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| Clouds at sunset may seem bleak, Stark and black as they face you. 'Tis a fact the sun they seek! Lacking it their fun is through. Maybe yet their western side Still exudes a rosy glow. 'Tis a joy that they can't hid From some other souls below. Patiently the clouds must wait For another daily spin. They can face their nightly fate, Confident that they will win. | ||
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