When midnight's done, and the day won't start,And all I ever gave you was a broken heart,It's hard to admit but it's easy to tellThat evil is alive and well.
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Calmer than midnight's deepest bushIs the sun-bright Summer nooning,With its cloudy shadows seeking rest,That fall on the hillside swooning.Great Night with its solemn starry eyes,Over Day's gate asks us whither We go,what our password is,To the camp beyond the river. ...
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