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by M. Dillon When evening drops it's window-shade, o'er mountains minty green and swallows up the treeline and creates a peaceful scene. And slowly, imperceptibly the moon begins it's rise, and darkness creeps upon the land and moonlight fills the skies And just before the night falls, when the shadows grow so long upon the lake a whippoorwill sings out it's lonely song. The night is fast approaching as the sky turns eerie red, and mother nature comes again to tuck earth into bed. And as the last rays of the sun disappear beyond the hill, I remember sunsets calming touch and probably always will. |
Music: Auralite
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