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Suns aura wavy and blue,
Golden beams touching you.
Behind the mountain sliding low,
The end of daylight, dark in tow,
Dusky colors show their face,
Evening clouds seem to race.
Making room for stars to shine,
A moonlite night, the scent of pine.
I lay me down, under your cover,
A summer night becomes my lover.
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