The hoofs are galloping
The wheels are racing
The Sun Chariot is nearing
To the end of the horizon;
The day’s memory follows
In a sweet soft twilight
With pale hues of sunshine
Reflecting on the windows
Of the beholder, bidding
Time return from yesterdays.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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