| Evening brings the close of day,
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| Skies of blue begin to grey,
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| Crimson hues are fading in the west.
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| Evening ever brings to me
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| Dreams of days that used to be,
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| Memories of those I love the best.
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| When shadows fall
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| And trees whisper, «Day is ending»,
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| My thoughts are ever wending home.
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| When crickets call,
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| My heart is forever yearning
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| Once more to be returning home.
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| When the hills conceal the setting sun,
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| Stars begin a-peeping, one by one.
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| Night covers all,
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| And though fortune may forsake me,
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| Sweet dreams will ever take me home.
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| When the hills conceal the setting sun,
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| Stars begin a-peeping, one by one.
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| Night covers all,
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| And though fortune may forsake me,
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| Sweet dreams will ever take me home. |