Sitting by the sunset,
Sharing in its glow.
Having no regrets,
But dreaming of tomorrow.
A breeze brushes passed-
Moaning, filled with sorrow-
A soul is free at last,
But I still dream about tomorrow.
The sunset dims to darkness,
And something fills the hollow;
So I smile in the ghostly mists
As I dream about tomorrow.
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