The sun begins to fall asleep
Forming glowing pastels of soft fading colors
A beautiful fountain underneath the orange sun
Is slowly pouring water in a crystal clear pond
Quiet soft sounds surround the fountain
Along with the rate of the sunset fading away
Moments before the scene of the sun comes to an end
The quiet and peaceful trickles of the fountain can still be heard
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