Sol Occasus
And the sun will fall, setting hills ablaze,
Yet falling stars... do all but passions raise,
To live with love, and love of life,
Living in peace, exempting strife,
All this appeareth to me well,
As I watch the sun, burning where it dwell
I urge ye not, fair maiden, do not mourn
Where one sun will die, others shall be born
So, follow me my love, into the dying light,
Where we shall fade, two shadows, eclipsed....
by night
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