The Response

 

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Sometimes, as the sun goes does,

We await the darkness,

Just to shut out the noise of the day,

And all the dilemmas we have left open again.

 

Then, we make a trip to a friend who can see our day,

And our night,

In a way we cannot easily discern,

So they throw a firework into the darkening sky.

 

And all becomes clear once again.