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A era's curtains drew to close of day,
The wind whispers secrets, as the trees sway,
Of memories, and moments that will stray.
As sunset's fiery glow, begins to decay,
And night's dark veil, the world's gaze, to sway.
The echoes of, a long forgotten song,
Fade into silence, as the era's gone.


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