There's a time that's close to evening
When the sun sets in the west
When your body feels like sleeping
And you want to have a rest
It's the time for softly dreaming
Of the times that you hold best
It's the time of sad awakening
Of a weight upon your chest
For the mem'ries in your being
of your young and care free past
Upon the sky are dancing
On the golden rays of past
But the sun soon sets at evening
Leaving hist'ry in your breast
2/8/2020
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