  When the sun goes down in the Golden West, Night blankets all nature at rest. Far in the east, creeps up the silvery moon, The night birds then begin to spoon. A heart that is a dangerous one Is a heart that cannot hold a secret. Fate rules, time brings about All of God’s blessing that’s in store for us. A restful night makes bright the morn, This leads on to endless joy Making life worth while. |
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