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Each sunset is a different story,
A different feelings, a different memory
Sometimes the orange reflects off the blue,
Sometimes the red paints a burning hue.
One reminds me of a memory distant,
The other brims my anger in an instant.
First come sadness, second comes joy
Third comes fire, the fourth is a decoy.
Round and round, forward and backward
Through thick and thin, my life goes onward,
But my spirit is stuck in each sunset I witness,
For sunset tell me that changes needn't be a mess.