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Twilight’s Prayer
The golden sun begins to fade,
Its colors brushed in soft cascade.
The world bows low on bended knee,
O Lord, have mercy, hear my plea.
The nightingale begins its tune,
Beneath the rising silver moon.
A song prayer in melody,
O Lord, have mercy, hear my plea.
The stars ignite the velvet skies,
Reflections in a lover’s eyes.
Their light a guide for hearts to see,
O Lord, have mercy, hear my plea.
As shadows stretch and daylight dies,
My whispered hopes to heaven rise.
In faith, I trust what is to be,
O Lord, have mercy, hear my plea.
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