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I gaze at the setting sun,

Broken and bound,

As the first glimpse of twilight

Streaks across my face.

My eyes close,

And the tears no longer fall.

Why dare to cry

When there is no one to listen?

Monuments of history’s accomplishments

Rise in the background,

Tainted with crimson hues

From a blood-red sun,

Though one would think it beautiful,

The painstaking pain,

I dare say,

Wrenches my heart,

For I know the moment

The sun is swallowed,

My life ends, left unloved.

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