Speaking of sunsets and the human race
Of dreams we've had and dreams to come
As the sound of water sings its song
With the gentle breeze to add its harmony
As the sun whispers goodnight
And wraps us all in a blanket of warmth
The birds call out on one last flight
This is how our day would end
Of dreams we've had and dreams to come
As the sound of water sings its song
With the gentle breeze to add its harmony
As the sun whispers goodnight
And wraps us all in a blanket of warmth
The birds call out on one last flight
This is how our day would end
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