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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZTvhR0lEtZM

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When the sun sets on the tundra

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It does not do so without color;

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It does not sleep without having first

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Set the horizon line with immortal fire.

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The shades, 

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The spectrum of light -

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As if your eyes'd been lacking 

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The means with which to see.

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The range,

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A torch-fall in radiance -

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As if the sky itself had made its bed

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And nestled in the moss, mud and peat.

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When the sun falls in the tundra,

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You feel close to it -

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As if it were not much farther

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Than a day's thrust in hard travel.

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At the world's edge

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You feel closer to the heavens -

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Closer to the eclipse

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And to the proximity of its circle.

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I wonder then, 

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If some might try to catch it -

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Chase it to its nightly end

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Or instead,

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If they'd let it rest

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And simply wait

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For the aurora of its rise again.

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