Many a poet doth praise the rising sun
Yet I understand the comfort of the night
Tis in these shadows that I am home
Holding you in my arms
Many a saint it was who proclaimed
That in the night does wander evil
Yet it is the noon that brings me pain
And in darkness I have you
Many a sun has risen to the sounds
Of my weeping and wailing heart dear
As I say goodbye for now my love
And await the dying day
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