Twilight is majestic with a reddish-orange hue,
With all its heart it welcomes the night new;
Twilight is darker with dusk,
Night is but the dusk's husk;
Like a woman veiled in dim light it prepares itself for the night,
It can't stop the arrival of night with all its might;
It's like an apple-pie which the night slowly devours,
and finally night sets in with Nature's endeavours!
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