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Shadows grow both long and lean,
Till light departs below unseen.
As pinks and reds all fade to black,
Fair moon’s pale light this ground does lack.
The birds fall mute and stars awake,
Another night this land partake.
And though the dawn seems far away,
I know the warmth of sun will stay.
For if we hold our spirits true,
The flame remains in me and you.