Parading

Since Poets have told of sunset,

Press crimson lips to the horizon gray,
What is left for me to tell?
What is left for me to tell?
I can only say that I saw the day
I can only say that I saw the day
Press crimson lips to the horizon gray,
Press crimson lips to the horizon gray,
And kiss the earth farewell. —Effie Lee Newsome
And kiss the earth farewell.
—Effie Lee Newsome

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