Night falls, yet still burning bright the memory of noon.
Night falls, and slowly does infinity appear above us.
Night falls, the Wheel never to stop, fortunes before us.
Night falls, sometimes not to be ready for the darkness.
Night falls, sometimes to prepare for the dreaming to come.
Night falls, and we wait to spring the surprise on them.
Night falls, to find the day seems shorter as we progress.
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