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The light scatters,
The sun sets,
The purple twilight,
Brings a calm delight

Return home men weary,
Attempting to find a moment merry,
Kindle evening lights, 
That illuminate their dull homes' nights.

With noiseless footsteps rises the moon
To dispel from the earth despairs soon,
Lays her gentle hand on the house,
To impart a night's repose.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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