LAST SUNSET
Western lights are sadly gleaming,
O'er the mountains light is streaming,
Just another setting seeming,
Of the everlasting sun.
But we know the world is dying,
And the sad, low minds are sighing,
As a child, gently crying,
When the long black Night is come.
MICHAEL
DE ANGELIS
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