The evening is in for the day,
Like sweet love - the light won't stay;
For time's in its dim dark,
As somber thoughts embark
And watch the hours fly.
Love's heart will come and play,
In lonesome shadowed ray;
When mystic will amplify,
The clouds that are going by
With breezing slow remark.
Each richness can't buy or bring,
Nature of beauty that will sing;
Be the soul of its sound,
Flying leaves going around
As the evening hours fly.
The evening is in for the night,
With the stars to shine on bright;
The town's footsteps in their sleep,
Conquering dreams of deep
In a breezing slow remark.
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