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Dusk
When I come Alive
Through the sun saying goodbye
Letting its last light beam thrived
My soul awakens
And inspiration hits
Coming alive with the darkness that I slowly meet
Through thick and thin
I have been there in the dark nights
And the sunny days
But I shall forever be in my own dusk

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