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Twilight

The setting sun, and the mourning moon,
Worked together to create a legend,
The moon called the night and stars,
The sun called the pallet of various colours,
And they splashed the entire mixture on the sky.
With stoic mountains and bitter ridges framing the canvas,
And happy hills and whimsical clouds filling it up,
The sun and the moon created a masterpiece of art,
The pinnacle of science and art and creativity,
The best of the daughters of nature,
The favourite of both order and chaos,
And a contradiction within and without itself,
The favourite of beings all,
Twilight.

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