I love how the sky turns
the colours change, the ceiling burns
as the time flies
as the day dies
the sun sets
leaves to rest
the clouds transform
the night comes on
there's white, there's pink,
yellow as light, blue as ink
a box of paints above my head
slowly falling down now dead
the last glow is the most intensive one
this was the 'goodbye' of the sun
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