The light is gone
Darkness is here
The sun has disappeared
And the moon is coming near
Night has reached us
The day is leaving
All the lights have been turned off
And the chjildren are sleeping
People say in their prayers
And climb into beds
They stifle a yawn
And rest their tired heads
The birds turn in
The owls come out
Wheels stop turning
And the factories don't shout
It starts from seven
Ends at five
People specifically awaits it
Especially the wives.
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