The sun sets low,
The sky aglow,
Colors of gold,
A sight to behold.
Nature's art,
In every part,
A fleeting moment,
Of pure enchantment.
As darkness falls,
And night-time calls,
The memory lingers,
Of beauty that fingers.
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