Twilight is the longest time
And still, it moves too fast
We hear its tones of darkness chime
then moonlight beams at last

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Colors deepen, soon to fade
Dense fog rolls up a hill
Sorrow hovers in the shade
as if a numbing chill

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We cling to rafts of memory
We’re yanked around the bends
pummeled by an angry sea
By night, our fever ends

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And so, regret then quickly came
Horizons dimmed from sight
The past burned to a glowing flame
consuming dark and light

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