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Ah! the silence, darkness, peacefulness that comes with night
No more noise, no brightness, foolishness- the daytime's plight.
Night bequeaths to dreamers, grievers life impossible in day.
Her cold embrace comforts, stills the pain our hearts display.

Night! the cursed maiden, still is grieven for the world
You comfort! But you weep, and we sleep within your hold.
Glory past! Twilight years. All our fears, our dreams are made.
What we were, we will be, we will see in your dark shade.

Fair maid of the evening! Weeping beside mankind's bed
What you can do, doing, giving hope to lifes long dead
Nurt'ring, tender loving dreams beginning, hopes at dawn
Then to daylight relinquishing, so they may be born.

And for this selfless gift, we fear! We hate the darkness
Wishing for the daylight! That we might see for ourselves.
Then our dreams disappear, and we live in day again.
Live in daylight, sunlight, living light and day and pain.

Weary then, at the end, of the day we will return
To your bosom, your heart, And our memories in turn
Fade to black. And our dreams, and our hopes wil be beginning
In the night. In the dark. And our dreams, begin to sing.

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