Treasure Island

John Frost


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The Last Twilight

When daylight fades and slowly dies
With all the clouds that burst the skies
Will Time in its mourning, shed a tear
For all the joys of wistful despair?

Dark of night will be falling soon
Below the glow of a gibbous moon
Leaving today to await the morrow
The evening sun in ardent sorrow

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