I look up at the sky.

Watercolour of funny kind of swallow.
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I look up at the sky
And see the swallows fly
Upon deepening blue
With sunset of orange hue
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A descending red ball
And then it is no more
For nothing can remain
That out of nature came
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And soon the heat of day
Will slowly fade away
Just like the fading light
Into the shade of night
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Everything gently flows
In the wind that blows
And in the setting sun
That’s rising for someone
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For somewhere someone yawns
To see and hear the dawn
To see brightening skies
Upon the swallows fly

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Photo of the Sun setting over Dorset.

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