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And the sun slips over us,
Slowly like an arm around shoulders,
Gently resting,
Bathing us in warmth and light;
Golden,
Right now in this moment
And before the brightness dims,
Fades like steam on a window,
Into black,
I just want to let you know -

-Chi-chi Dikeocha