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As each day ends

How like a fever this red sky burns of fire

impossible sun, hot orange ember

never to grasp, melts so quick the day

a fire extinguished, vanishes into night

black sea of coal, this place

colorless my sight

sinks slight, my heart with sorrow

drifts ever in night’s darkness

ever into the unknowns

of tomorrow

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