In the eloquence of the evening
I enjoy the freedom’s feeling
Away from all the pressures of the day
Some time for relaxation
An easy soft sensation
Before the twilight finally slips away
And as my eyelids close
And I settle for repose
I let the good things wash all over me
The candle of the day
Is finally burnt away
And sleep will come and gently set me free
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