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THE QUIET LIGHT.
After the sunset,
Before the night,
There comes a season
Of quiet light.
Before the night,
There comes a season
Of quiet light.
After the dying,
Before the death,
There comes a drawing
Of quiet breath.
Before the death,
There comes a drawing
Of quiet breath.
Hush of the daylight,
O whisper why
That childlike breathing
Before we die!
O whisper why
That childlike breathing
Before we die!
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