"As the sun sets against the end of the world,
The light fades, slowly,
from its azure fìeld to a gilded haze:
In the end of it all,
when the dusk's golden light shines its last beam
above the pines,
You lull your fìckled mind to rest,
Releasing that summer air, exhaling all your doubts
and sorrows
Your worries are no more, as we spend the last golden
moments of light fìlled with unbridled adoration
Though the sun ceases to shine tonight, we are not
cold
For the warmth of our love,
our unbridled adoration,
heats our starcrossed hearts
And reminds us of our golden future together"

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Dedicated to Stella Babbitt