
The shadows grow long.
The nightingales sing their song.
I don’t think they’re wrong.
–
The sky turns deep red.
Time to put the day to bed.
Rest your wearied head.
–
Just welcome the night.
Knowing all will be alright.
When we lose daylight…
-aaa

The shadows grow long.
The nightingales sing their song.
I don’t think they’re wrong.
–
The sky turns deep red.
Time to put the day to bed.
Rest your wearied head.
–
Just welcome the night.
Knowing all will be alright.
When we lose daylight…
-aaa
You’re welcome
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