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| The sun dances on the horizon; the sky waits patiently. God pulls out his paint brush and paints the sky gently Serenity blows through the trees while the colours slowly vanquish The moon stands tall while watching the light languish. The noise dies down except for the dull swishing of the creek. Darkness creaps up and swallows the land, soon to be chased away by the first star The star beams down upon the stream, while smiling at the fish, he listens intently, and then grants a little boy's wish. |
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