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When the sun sets,
the clouds seem lonely.
They seem to reach out for it,
begging it to come back
come back.

The sky gets darker,
revealing its sadness,
its tears,
behind closed doors.

But when the sun rises,
everything reverses,
the door is open
until the cycle restarts.





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