Dusk


When the land between the water shall meet
All our great battles will be complete
Tis then we know we have been beat
When the voices go silent
And the water grows still
Then we shall know what we wait till
The mighty traveler is too cold
Our days are numbered so we count well
But all in good time
The filled cup shall spill

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