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Brighter Sun
The setting sun hangs low over London City,
The last drops of pennyroyal taunt at my lips, timid.
I smile at my grandmother, and take the train.
Golden rays glimmer on green towers of nature,
The pillars of Westminster shine pretty today.
In London City, the falling sun hangs low,
As the royal gold paints Saint Pauls.
© Rose On The Moon
The last drops of pennyroyal taunt at my lips, timid.
I smile at my grandmother, and take the train.
Golden rays glimmer on green towers of nature,
The pillars of Westminster shine pretty today.
In London City, the falling sun hangs low,
As the royal gold paints Saint Pauls.
© Rose On The Moon
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