| Oh look at the sun — it’s all aglow
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| Slow burning star — sinking low
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| Heaven knows where you go
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| Out of sight, out of minds eye, no
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| Aw such a shame — you must leave
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| All day long you were a friend to me
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| Still — the moon’s company
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| Until morning when larks will sing
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| Horizon’s appointment you’ll keep
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| For sunswept flamingos must sleep
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| Scenes like these from my dreams
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| Cover cutting-room floors all over…
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| Warm heart we spin slowly from view
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| Why are you sad — do you disapprove?
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| How we’ve wasted our time
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| Sunset — end of my day — my decline
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| Postscript you trace colours the sky
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| Red-letter light fades, is filed away
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| Sunburst fingers you raise
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| One last sigh of farewell — goodbye |