In a sundown delight
The evening will come
With feelings of the night
Where darkness is from
The hours of dreaming
Of worlds hidden wide
Moon colors are gleaming
Where dusk owls glide
The weavings of deep
Where blossoms are blue
The lands you can't keep
When dawn comes new
Each fairytale viewing
In the faraway beyond
There is no misdoing
Only imaginaries found
Each day is like a night
And night like day besides
For sometimes in daylight
A star above hang-glides
It’s unbelievable seeing
When this is done correct
And quite enjoyable being
There – this dream to inspect
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