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The sun sets on the rolling hills
Shadows stretch like oil spills
The moon starts its nightly climb
The nocturnal animals embrace this time
The jasmine opens, while the Sakura sleeps
One poised high while the other weeps
Only to switch rolls when the sun returns
Reawakening like the tropical ferns
Day and night
Night and day
You have to choose one or so they say
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