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Forgotten Signs
In the afternoon of farewell, I shall also be lost,
Despite striving relentlessly, this symbol won’t be found.
Tainted by the allure of twilight's crimson glow,
In the canvas of the sky, the radiance will fade away.
Someone didn’t keep it in mind,
They thought the night was rare,
Who made this world luminous,
Should not be doubted! What a paradoxical abode!
The moon, charmed by the allure of stars and songs,
Yet see, in this city, there’s no respect for any sun.
Whose district is still thriving in this realm's spirit!
In the venomous breeze, inhaling the earth's breath,
If the king of trees doesn’t give the earth a superior method.
Someone didn't keep it in mind,
They thought the night was rare,
Who made this world a venomous-free zone,
Should not be doubted! What a paradoxical abode!
The wind of the soul contaminates the carbon,
I acknowledge the shadow, the fruit, and the law of the land.
Nevertheless, the tree can be found; As a result
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