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Tender tones singing so softly,
yet filled with all the world’s grief
The sun is swallowed by water,
the darkness not yet come
We stand in between
The twilight hour
Between sleep and awakness
Between dreams and thoughts
Sandman’s on his way
Sleep all
Alone, here in the twilight hour
The Earth listens to tender tones of sorrow