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In twilight's fancy there comes a time
when all must reach to the sky. Lift up
one's head and gaze at the stars, wishing
to the beyond.
Little cascades of twinkling
lights swim about in tiny caravans, flashing
their signals to the world. Their voices
carry upon the winds, whispers that
echo through the land.
In twilight there comes the colours
mixing and bringing the sky to life
just before drifting to sleep.
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