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Now the Day is Over

Now the day is over,
night is drawing nigh,
shadows of the evening
steal across the sky.

Now the leafless landscape
settle in repose,
waiting for the quiet
of the winter snows.

Now as twilight gathers
let us pause and hear
all the slowing pulsebeats
of the waning year.

May the season's rhythms,
slow and strong and deep
soothe the mind and spirit,
lulling us to sleep.

Sleep until the rising
of another spring
keeps the ancient promise
fall and winter bring.

Words: v.1 Sabin Baring-Gould, vs.2-5 Marye B Bonney
Music: Friedrich Filitz

WEM IN LEIDENSTAGEN
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