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| Night stirs her inky finger in the water of the day
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| The tired sun drops slowly in the sky
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| And everywhere the gentle air hangs heavy with the day song
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| Evening calls the lamplight out to come
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| Children’s wooden hoops go clattering down the street
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| Soon they’re called inside, it’s getting late
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| The grand canal
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| Now splashed with red
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| Reflects on swallows wings
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| The lamplighter knows the song the evening sings
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| But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
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| Hiss warnings to the wind
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| Their evening vespers prophicy a war
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| The world divides
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| And men take sides
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| The spark bursts into flame
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| Nothing can be quite the same again
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| Dog barks in the distance
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| Child cries in her sleep
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| Night waits for the dawn with baited breath
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| The old school, the old rule
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| Rung out on a muffinman’s bell
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| The lamplighter has made his nightly call
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| Dreams of hope and peace
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| Sent clattering down the streets
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| Empty like the promises they made
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| The wars rage on, and different wrongs
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| Will someone please explain
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| That peace is not the lamplighter
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| 'Cause he’s not coming back again |