Noen Muti Biography

The sun sets, a fiery ball
Beneath the horizon's call
The world grows still, a hushed refrain
As shadows lengthen, one by one
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In the month of November, when the air turns crisp,
And the leaves fall gently, like a lover's whispered kiss,
The land is still dry, with no sign of rain,
Yet my heart yearns for it, like a sweet refrain.
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God, all of my days
In Your presence, I'll stay
You guide me with love and grace
In Your arms, I find solace and embrace
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In the depths of my heart,
A yearning grows ever strong,
A longing that won't depart,
A hunger that won't be wronged.
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The sun descends, a fiery ball
Its rays a dance, a final call
The sky ablaze, a symphony
A grand finale, a masterpiece
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