Sunset
The Good Lord Giveth,
And The Good Lord Taketh Away,
The sun is set on our times together and I hold no hope for a brighter day.
Everything seems to be of a darker pigment,
In fact a sadder hue,
For I used up all the stars in the night sky to wish for you— and me— and us— anew.
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