At the end of the day,
the glow will go;
the sun shining ray,
that gave golden flow:
The fall of angel´s wings,
into the dim night;
its tones in dreams sing,
'for a day has lost its flight...
In the end - at night
when dark's all around,
dreams have lost flight
into the silences found.
When love's flown away
from life's dream beat,
where there was a day
of sweetness bright treat.
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