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NIGHT
In thee, the world brightens
Exposing recondity to us
And yet a way out
In thee we fall to rise
Thou conceive ab inito
The plan of nation building
In you the crown caresses inspiration
To beautify his mother more
Night, we chat and converse
With our grayish haired roots
To beg and to thank
For greater we a’e in them
A mother
Protecting and directing our course
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