Lost in the sunset, its pallor hurts me
Like an aged hand which trembles with fever
Beyond your grant and empty eyes I see
How words turn the brook into a river
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it must be slow transiting sunset across your window ...how beautiful that way.. tongue of darkness slowly kiss the ground