The sun sets on the hill — by AI
The sun sets on the hill And paints the sky with red The birds sing their farewell And fly to their cozy bed But some will never rise To greet the dawn again Their wings are still and cold Their…
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The sun sets on the hill And paints the sky with red The birds sing their farewell And fly to their cozy bed But some will never rise To greet the dawn again Their wings are still and cold Their…