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As the beautiful sun sets behind the tall mountains
And the cold wind surpasses the day’s heat
They would have closed all their curtains
And prepared their kits
...

As the hot wind blew, and the child’s golden coiffure looked dry
But all my money was kaput, and the hot sun wouldn't let me cry
Should I have left the child to find his way back home?
Because deep in the desert is what they call home.
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I want to write a poem about a white Porsche
That I'd like to own at this very moment
Then I'd call it my little duck
After having dropped a few bucks
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As The Sun Sets

As the beautiful sun sets behind the tall mountains
And the cold wind surpasses the day’s heat
They would have closed all their curtains
And prepared their kits
And covered their faces with masks
A few would be holding their coffee cups
Not knowing what awaits them that night.

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