The wide western sky
Dusted the setting sun
And it not being shy
Touched each speck, one by one
Some became red
Others, a soft pink
Their colors spread
Then fled in a blink
Dusted the setting sun
And it not being shy
Touched each speck, one by one
Some became red
Others, a soft pink
Their colors spread
Then fled in a blink
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