Facing tthe truth

The sunset:
eyes that have wept.
I have no desire for talking,
just to sing wildly again.
Every time two people
exchange a smile,
dreams are no longer hollow.
And the old selves are traded in.
Served again, from left to right
by neatly painted horses.
And partridges, that coo
magic words, far and near.

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