I wonder if a world away
We share the same cloud-cobbled sky.
Would such primal beauty that holds me sway
Be just as pleasing to another's eye?
How fair my pale soon-setting sun
Compares, yet falters, against your morning star.
Oh, how barely has my evening begun
And your morning passed between thus far.
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