Ah look at the sun
It’s all aglow
Slow burning star
Sinking low

Heaven knows
Where you go
Out of sight
Out of mind’s eye, no

Ah such a shame
You must leave
All day long
You were a friend to me

Still, the moon’s company
Until morning when
Larks will sing

Horizon’s appointment
You’ll keep
For sunswept
Flamingos must sleep

Scenes like these
From my dreams
Cover cutting-room floors
All over

Warm heart
We spin slowly from view
Why are you sad
Do you disapprove

How we’ve wasted our time
End of my day
My decline

Postscript you trace
Colours the sky
Red-letter light fades
Is filed away

Sunburst fingers
You raise
One last sigh of farewell

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