I whistled a little tune on the sunset of this day.
I whistled a little tune for my dreams had gone astray.
I whistled a little tune for my spirit was light and gay.
I whistled a little tune in the hopes that you would stay.
The light is slowly dimming and your face is slightly gray.
My love for you is brimming and I beg for you to play.
I know your songs and hymning, signs that you're going
away.
This day I’m left foreboding, a due, the sun and crimson
ray. Ω
Share the sunset with a friend, and give time for silence,
a sweet sound.
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