Day’s End

When the day falls back

And the moon comes up,

As the stars come out

And the heat turns down,

While the moths fly in

And the owls swoop by,

Once the foxes screech

And the voices fade,

Now the light has gone

And the blooms have closed,

Then I ask myself

How I grew so cold.

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