Like this setting sun
One day, I too shall set.
Like this orange hue
Ones to miss me will only be a few.
The night keeps you company
My poetry will play my symphony
The stars sparkle, and the moon welcomes
I'll fade away slowly with the clouds
To you, I'll leave behind a promise
A new dawn shall keep my memory alive.
A memory of silly, a memory of poetry, a memory of me!
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