Suddenly the darkness of night was spawn,
the sun had dipped away out of sight,
the first gleaming bright stars of night was born
suddenly there was the darkness of night
I heard the sweet call of a nightingale
saw the moon rising yellow in sickle shape,
heard a mouse giving a sharp fearful wail
heard the flutter of wings, of no escape
while the night draw on her long dark black cape.
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