"Goodnight," she whispers to the town
as sleep begins to weigh her down
She shrugs out of her golden shroud
and trades it for a scarlet gown
She rubs her tired, heavy eyes
then yawns and stretches 'cross the skies
"Goodnight," she mutters once again
and paints the clouds with blushing sighs
Then she concedes, with no protest
to slowly sink into the west
And with a nod to her pale twin
"Goodnight" she breathes, and lays to rest
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