The day has been pushed.
A silence is falling.
Birds chirp their last chirp,
Before all of nights calling.
The day has been pushed.
The sun in a cover.
Over snow draped hills,
A night sky in hover.
The day has been pushed.
As the last light fades,
Stillness cascades.
Night is here, night be my shade.
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