World of Night
The days grow cold, the sun grows dim, the stars come out to play. Thay twinkle thay shine on this bright and wonderful night. But under the light there is the night, of darkness that never fades. The sun shines no more the light never shows,but the music of the sweet nightngal plays. The sound never fades It`s light never dims. But it`s stars come out to play.
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