Beyond Sunset
I won't go out in this day's mess
Until my hair in golden tress
Is braided neatly, oh, so sweetly.
Come to me at break of dawn,
Or when the day is nearly drawn
In my seclusion of delusion.
Please make believe with me
And sail away on endless sea,
Beyond sunset and beyond regret.
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