As twilight gives way to the night;
the sun bids goodbye; a fleeting nightshade.
Man makes peace with his ominous day;
and songbirds sing us a final serenade.
The circling Great Eagle whispers
to the Ghost Shadows of the Moon;
“It is now the Spirit’s chance to reminisce;
Man is destined to be dreaming soon.”
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