The last of the day
Is burned into the sky
And the searing red embers of today
Scream in pain
Do you see us?
Do you see us?

The cover of clouds
Brings the soothing night balm
And the creeping lead of tonight
Sweeps them off
Hush. Go to sleep.
Hush. Go to sleep.

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