The sunset has seen this all before
As I gaze with blue despondence
Into her spectrum of hope -
Why do I only hum a sort-of-beauty
That the naked orb beholds,
Whilst you effortlessly pacify
The scarred and broken souls?
Excuse me, I asked you a question
Of which I expect an answer. Oh.
So you glow in mellow silence,
Maybe this is your prerogative;
Hush little baby, don't you cry...
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