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As the Sun Descends
All of the vivid colors turn dull
As the sun descends
For you never turn on the light
Soon the television
Will be all that illuminates the room
Everything cloaked in black
With occasional splotches of dim hues
Corrupted by flashes of Hollywood
But you've always lived in a fantasy world
Where the guy that beats you
Is handsome and dashing
And you're still beautiful
With no wounds to show
I hope that you can find
The glow you once possessed
The million giddy thoughts
That used to light your eyes
For these outside sources
Fail to make you see
