The Sun song

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As the light settles down for the day,

leaving our precious town,

for the moon to shine and play,

it shines a light of purity so fine, 

and illustrious, a gift to us,

that the maidens themselves pine,

over the lost day, as they brush

their silken hair, they know

in their deepest hearts they can't compare

to the shine of dusk,

the light that blesses all it enlightens,

showering with warm rays

beauty upon all.

Its loveliness must now depart,

leaving our small town,

with but a resemblance,

a shadow of its glory,

the pinks and yellows dance

across the pale blue sky,

entwined,

in their own magical wonderland,

ensconced in one another beauty,

like new lovers, oblivious.

The moon watches on,

apart, 

not overly anxious,

knowing its watch

will begin shortly,

and its beauty,

its cool,

crisp,

presence,

will be the subject of song.

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