A sky of blue turns misty gray, A sign that night is on the way. The sun is setting with streaks of red, A thing of beauty, no more need be said. The stars appear all through the sky, The countless souls of all who die. As we go to sleep we want to know, what all the sky can really show. We wake up and the sky is bright, as we look forward t another night.
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