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The evening sun has disappeared;
     It's burning tongue devoured our light.
With stealth and guile it slunk away
     Whilst looting daylight, leaving night.

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The restless wind now plays its part,
     With gusty, blustery breaths that tease,
And it grasps with glee the autumn leaves
     Tossed carelessly upon its breeze.

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In forsaken streets of many a town
    Employers all have locked their doors,
And workers homeward made their way
     To seek respite from daily chores. 

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The town clock chimes for six o'clock.
     Aromas spring from far and wide
As meals, prepared in cosy homes,
    Are cooked with care and served with pride.

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Goodbye to sunshine's golden rays,
     Replaced by moonlight's gentler beams.
Tired youngsters, snuggled in warm beds,
    Are soon engulfed in childhood dreams.

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