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The subject of the sunset subset.
The warmth it brings to life.
The dimming sky,
It’s all a lie,
An excuse for the sun to sleep.
Some would say the sun sets to give us a chance to weep.
Others would find, that much like this rhyme,
Everything’s not that deep.
Until there’s a time the sun doesn’t shine,
Then we won’t think it’s so meek.
For when the sun doesn’t rise, we’ll come to find,
That its beauty wasn’t so cheap.
—Connor