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The
sun you see settling low
Set the same upon Versailles.
Just like you, years ago
Louis watched and wondered why.
Cool and still the stars appeared,
A chandelier of dying light.
He could feel the end, he feared,
Of life and love in endless night.
Every day must end the same:
The sun returning to whence it
came,
From Time’s beginning to times
unnamed.
The king walked back to take his
bed.
He stopped and gazed a moment more.
He sighed again and bowed his head
And lightly closed the gilded door.
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