There you are, and here am I
shades of tawny reds flood the sky
From night to day, from early dusk
the air turns crimson then to rust
I’ll plead your good byes, and ask you to stay
don’t look back, and never fade away
Look to the sky, where clouds are in bloom
lost in the heavens, pink fills this room
Bright are the colors, a glad soul pristine
always there, waiting to be seen
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