With the sound of dewdrops,
Came my precious evening.
The sunset fringe of gold on the eagle's wing
Melts into the night
And the glow of fireflies.
Birds return to nest
The shop of life
Shuttered for the day.
Left behind in the darkness
Face to face
Came my precious evening.
The sunset fringe of gold on the eagle's wing
Melts into the night
And the glow of fireflies.
Birds return to nest
The shop of life
Shuttered for the day.
Left behind in the darkness
Face to face
An I step aside to sleep
With my emnating inner peace
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