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The sun descends, a fiery hue,
Across the sky, a vibrant view.
The clouds, like cotton candy bright,
Reflect the golden, fading light.
The birds have flown, their songs have ceased,
A tranquil peace, a gentle feast.
The world is hushed, a quiet scene,
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