And when the clouds began to spell their cast,
they hid the glaring sun,
the sparkling future, the bright past.
the twilight that emerged,
from the womb of the dawn,
engulfed eternity and it was bygone.
and at the threshold of doom,
the clouds pertain to them a secret,
a little preserved, a little known.
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