The day is done and darkness Falls from the wing of night As a feather of hawk fall Downward from its flight Then the sea turned gray, Land became dark, the moon Appeared largely bright And will go away soon A walk on a mile of warm Sea scented beach and meet The hot air rushed in To us as indeed The star and cloud Drifting by, some may Shine and visible bright Of what one will say
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