The Battle of Day and Night
Dark clouds at dawn drift silent.
The dying moon sits in its heaven
Still glowing strong and white;
Stubbornly deifying the great orb of day
And about to loose the fight.
Dark clouds at dawn drift silent.
The dying moon sits in its heaven
Still glowing strong and white;
Stubbornly deifying the great orb of day
And about to loose the fight.
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