1.
The setting sun reminds me of many things
Some nice, some exciting, some make me laugh
And others leave me sobbing at the thought
But making me to laugh or leaving me to sob
I find times defined in those memories, not me
2.
Twilight comes with even finer airs, playing
On fantasies that my mind accepted long ago
Demanding is the airs, her companion upon her wake
Surging to meet all the news that came with the evening
Particularly, the rendezvous staged by happy lovers
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