Dimly lit and cooly kept,
Into my sacred space, I crept
To glimpse anew the rising sun
And witness nighttime on the run.
Yet I know in times ahead,
The Sun will lay herself in bed,
Night will once more take her post,
And then today will be a ghost.
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