It Keeps Turning
When the day is put to bed
and at last you lay your cares
aside, then listen to the wind songs
playing in the trees beyond the garden
wall. A night bird serenades his lover
with his own sweet and tender melody
reassuring her that the dawn will come.
When the day is put to bed
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