As crepuscular light falls on the thickets,
After the dominating rays of sun,
There is a crescendo heard within me
Lamenting the departure of the day;
And when stars and moon dance in the sky
Emerging from the heart of dusk,
I sense a parting of someone
Bosom friend
Or rather like a soul that was attached
To me for yonks.
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