The sunrise is a golden orb
Light peeks through the clouds
In the first pale blush of morning
The sun is veiled in silver shrouds
The day-sun is a shining jewel
Like an amber pendant glowing
On rich and delicate blue silk
It gazes down, all-knowing
The sunset is a crimson rose
A blood red slash across the sky
More beautiful than any prose
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