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The sun went down

Gone from the horizon

into a coffin

The night is dark

It was heavily covered with a black cloth

Stars in bunches

It is the flowers dedicated to it

Everyone knows that the day is good

The white clothes dressed in the clouds fluttered

Because there are few detours in life

It's been a success

Be honored

Please don't weep over it

Because it will wake up

We just need to learn from the sun

There will be a big sky......

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