Twilight

O Twilight, fold me, let me rest within
Thy dusky wings;
For I am weary, weary. Lull me with
Thy whisperings,
So tender; let my sleep be fraught with dreams
Of beauteous things.

O Twilight, fold me, let me rest within
Thy dusky wings;
For I am weary, weary, Lull me with
Thy whisperings,
So tender; let my sleep be fraught with dreams
Of beauteous things.
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