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Sunsets Never
As the sky but never sets
Like the sleepy peach sun
Frailed from the branch
So my love but never thirsts and dries
And as a pine is never nude
Sheds its needles down
Like curtains from an opaque window
So we shall never shed but placid too
And shed the needles never
Love but never sours
Never drops its guards
Shall never slip my grip
