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Red Sunset Clouds rise like foam, behind the dome Of mountains in the west. The sun shoots sprays of golden rays, To pierce the clouds soft breast And from inside, a blood-red tide Of color soon appears And flushes all the vaporous wall, As darkness slowly nears. Then when the light gives way to night, The western sky still shows, For many miles, in crimson piles, Clouds, tinted like a rose. |
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