The dying of the day
Declining sun, setting in the familiar way
It's fading, dissipating light
Overtaken by the night
In the east, the risen moon
Melody of the night starting soon
Twinkling stars appearing overhead
Just their light, some long since dead
To darkness, the light does succumb
Startling cry, where, I know not from
A chill overtakes the air
Bright glowing eyes, cold stare
So brief does it last
Second hand spinning so fast
Soon it will be day again
It's symphony about to begin
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