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From here, the sunrise seems so long ago. Where we lay and the stars faded into the dawn. And I stand in the last crimson rays of a beautiful day; a sunset like life's blood finally draining away. And it's beautiful - these last days in the dying light are beautiful - perhaps the most wonderous yet. In the crimson glow, as the heat fades, I won't think about the coming night - the darkness that will rise - the loss of the light. These have been the best days of my life. I can't think about the approaching night. With all that I am, I cling to what is left - these sunset hours of the happiest times. And I try to will the spark of your sunlight to remain alive. |