She chased the evening sunlight,
Amidst the clouds and blue,
She watched the gold rays fading,
With her face, a face of rue.
Her own light shone so differently,
A silver to the red.
And she rose as the sun lay down,
She put the sun to bed.
Her song rang out across the sky,
As night began its course.
And by the morning, she was gone,
Her shining lost its source.
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