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The glory of the setting sun mirrored in the lake,

rippling gently.

There are a couple rowing,

their vessel looks so exquisite.

The sunset was accompanied by their romance and tenderness,

the spectator, myself, is being attracted obsessively.

Orange with a tint of dark purple,

sets off their whispering sweet nothings.

The gold is fading into grey,

while the first faint star lifts to the night sky its silver face,

twinkles to the moon away.

As day puts on her sombre crown, 

we all went down.