When the sun goes down, and the day is done,
The sky turns to gold, then to shades of fun.
The stars twinkle bright, like diamonds on display,
As the moon rises high, to light up the way.
The world slows down, as if taking a breath,
And all creatures seek their nightly rest.
But some come alive, in the twilight’s embrace,
To dance and to play, in this magical space.
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