When twilight comes,
The trees stand gray.
No flowers bloom,
In the darkened shade.
No sun to warm,
Or moon to light.
Cold still death,
As I breathe twilight.
So I pray….
And fear slowly fades
To peaceful sleep.
When twilight comes,
The trees stand gray.
No flowers bloom,
In the darkened shade.
No sun to warm,
Or moon to light.
Cold still death,
As I breathe twilight.
So I pray….
And fear slowly fades
To peaceful sleep.
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