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After Sunset (3)
The reddened riot of the sun wine-rich
Spills over skies of afternoon,
And done the purpling-reds of the day
Splash! So soon then they dissolve.
And sunset turns a violet grey
Mixing with twilight’s magic blur,
Revealing the playful fairy-shapes
Listen! To the whir of soft, soft wings.
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