Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
Sunset
Sunset
Where ships of purple gently toss
On seas of daffodil,
Fantastic sailors mingle,
And then — the wharf is still.
On seas of daffodil,
Fantastic sailors mingle,
And then — the wharf is still.
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