the sunset makes its bed
dropping through the delicate clouds
west of me, west of me
where colors blend
see the sky in opaque silence
transparent and breathless
nothing moves
where nothing bends
dropped below the ground it ends
where moonlit skies, it does now send
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the sunset makes its bed
dropping through the delicate clouds
west of me, west of me
where colors blend
see the sky in opaque silence
transparent and breathless
nothing moves
where nothing bends
dropped below the ground it ends
where moonlit skies, it does now send