| Sunbeams are gently fading
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| Are slowly fading, the birds are waiting
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| To do their mating when eventide is nigh
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| Moonbeams are descending
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| The day is ending, a happy ending
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| The sun is sinking below a western sky
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| Every little breeze is sighing of love undying
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| At sundown
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| Every little bird is resting and feather nesting
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| At sundown
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| Each little rosebud is sleeping
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| While shadows are creeping
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| In a little cottage, cozy, the world seems rosy
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| At sundown
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| Where a loving smile will meet me and always greet me
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| At sundown
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| I seem to sigh, I’m in heaven
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| When night is falling and love is calling me
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| Low-doh, low-doh
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| Low-doh, low-doh
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| Low-doh, low-doh
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| Daydreams through fields of clover
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| Will soon be over and happy hours
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| With sunny flowers will wait another day
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| Sweet dreams have just begun, dear
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| The day is done, dear, when skies grow dimmer
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| The stars will glimmer along a scarlet sway
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| Every little breeze is sighing of love undying
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| At sundown
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| Every little bird is resting and feather nesting
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| At sundown, at sundown
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| Each little rosebud is sleeping
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| While shadows are creeping
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| In a little cottage, cozy, the world seems so rosy
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| At sundown
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| Where a loving smile will meet me and always greet me
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| At sundown
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| I seem to sigh, I’m in heaven, heaven
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| When night is falling and love is calling me
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| Calling, calling, calling me home |