Some people are playing cards
They don't notice the sunset
Neither the golden, fading light
That shows its stunning palette
Sun goes down and sets all dark
Night covers all so fast
Unperceived, the sunlight dies
Turning a day into past
With twilight, the night blooms
Like a nemesis of the day gone
Bats instead of birds
Are beheld by the Moon alone
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