The Beautifuls
Do you think of me at sunset?
I sure think of you
Both you and it are gorgeous
Equating both the two
To things of utmost beauty
There's nothing much higher
One's a pretty lady
One's a ball of fire
And in the silent setting
My heart cries out your name
Wanting to be with you
My longing soul aflame
Another day is ending
Unpretentious, slips away
And like you and the sunset
I yearn for both to stay
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