Now the night is in
Full of lull lullaby
In its shadowy spin
And dark night sky
Every hour is of dark
Going on endlessly
Till the morning spark
And the light is free
Dreams of drift and play
All the easy on flow
At the early of the day
That comes up now slow
Every hour is of dark
Going on endlessly
Till the morning spark
And the light is free
Now the night is in
Darkish deep and gray
Many shadowy sin
On their dance and lay
Dreams of drift and play
All the easy on flow
At the early of the day
That comes up now slow
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