The day is fading
The night is invading
Today is going
Tomorrow is coming
The owl is hooting
The moon is shining
The stars are twinkling
The crickets are wistling
Your head is nodding
The bed is calling
Its time for resting
From all your toiling
The Angels will be watching
As you are dreaming
With wings of caring
Cause you are dearing
To see how you are faring
Until the sun's rising...
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