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Taps
Day is
done
Gone
the sun
From
the lakes
From
the hills
From
the skies,
All is
well,
Safely
rest.
God is
nigh.
Fading
light
Dims
the sight
And a
star
Gems
the sky,
Gleaming bright
From
afar,
Drawing nigh,
Falls
the night.
Thanks
and praise,
For
our days,
Neath
the sun,
Neath
the stars,
Neath
the sky,
As we
go,
This
we know,
God is
nigh. |