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The Critic eyed the sunset as the umber turned to gray, / Slow fading in the somewhat foggy west; / To the color-cultured Critic 'twas a very dull display, / "Tis n't half so good a sunset as was offered yesterday! / I wonder why," he murmured, as he sadly turned away, / "The sunsets can't be always at their best! "