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Golden hour
Under the rain, my heart feels tight,
Gray clouds drape the day in night.
Each drop a weight, a whispered sigh,
Melancholy fills the sky.
But then the sun, a golden ray,
Transforms the world in light’s array.
Warmth that...
Gray clouds drape the day in night.
Each drop a weight, a whispered sigh,
Melancholy fills the sky.
But then the sun, a golden ray,
Transforms the world in light’s array.
Warmth that...
