The sunset swept To the valley's west, you remember. The frost was on. A star burnt blue. We were warm, you remember, And counted the rings on a moon. The sunset swept To the valley's west And was gone in a big dark door of stars.
A speaker looks back at an evening in a valley: the sunset sweeping west, frost already settling, and a single blue-burning star appearing. The repeated phrase “you remember” makes the moment feel shared and intimate, as if the speaker is turning to someone who was there.
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