Sinking Sun
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When hope dies, then what left?
I know my heart gained the cleft
I am burning with the flame of fire,
Ah! Am I such a disgusting liar?
Whenever I see crimson red shine,
It turns to dying sun with pine,
Ocean to ocean rise and fall,
Life is nothing but a ping pong ball,
Let it be darken night - a coal tar
Suffocating breath without altar,
Hope must not die-never let it die,
Try and try-survive without the shy
For I know rising sun brings hope,
And the sinking sun-fear with dope
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