Sunset
Eyes wide open gazing at the sea
looking at the time it's nearly three.
Your eyes start to water as the times getting older
winds picking up as the breeze gets colder.
Orange yellow red are the colors you see
mind goes blank as you suddenly feel free.
A giant round ball begins to float down below
not to fast but really really slow.
The last little bit sits and waits
thats when you know the times getting late.
2002...
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