A rare phenomenon
As a child I have known
A shadow of light shone
As tranquil dusk is shown
This darkness we are bound
The state for us to drown
To the sun all bow down
Truces with the moon sound
For eclipse gone too soon
Frail time has ticked to noon
Fiddling dusts like a poon
Fleeing dusk we all croon
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