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The sun sits low |
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Diffusing its usual glow |
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Five o'clock, twilight |
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Vespers sound and it's six o'clock |
| [00:20.107] |
Twilight all around |
| [00:22.185] |
But the sun sits low |
| [00:26.353] |
As low as it's going to go |
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Eight o'clock |
| [00:31.798] |
Twilight |
| [00:32.777] |
How enthralling! It's |
| [00:34.407] |
Nine o'clock |
| [00:35.641] |
Twilight |
| [00:36.693] |
Slowly crawling towards |
| [00:38.438] |
Ten o'clock |
| [00:39.654] |
Twilight |
| [00:40.670] |
Crickets calling |
| [00:41.885] |
The vespers ring |
| [00:45.438] |
The nightingale's waiting to sing |
| [00:49.342] |
The rest of us wait on a string |
| [00:53.429] |
Perpetual sunset is rather an unsettling thing |
| [01:21.195] |
The sun won't set |
| [01:25.071] |
It's fruitless to hope or to fret |
| [01:28.913] |
It's dark as it's going to get |
| [01:32.513] |
The hands on the clock turn |
| [01:34.951] |
But don't sing a nocturne just yet |
