In every hue of sunset,
the only one I know
is tinged with twilight blue
of time in afterglow.
All memories are blue,
all dawns are tinted pink.
But as the day is ending,
I need no doublethink.
The victories have faded
to mark the close of day.
And time reveals a shade
of bittersweet dismay.
And so I must resign
the struggle and the strain,
and send a gentle prayer,
to free me from this pain.
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