When the body's tired,
And the soul is weary,
And sleep calls one's name,
Night is a beautiful thing.
Like a blanket, it covers
To bring sweet rest;
‘Tis rejuvenation
At its best.
Night nurtures and restores
That lost during the day—
Uniquely, it was designed
To work that way.
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