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Coming Of The Night

When I am outside,
I look up high,
To watch the sunset
In the enormous sky.

I watch the birds
As the fly,
So quickly away in flight.

Then darkness comes
To diminish the light.
All of the beautiful colors of the sky
Dissapear out of sight.

This is the ending of the day,
And the coming of the night.

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