After dusk, 

The birds will tweet,

The frogs will leap, 

The foxes will sleep. 

The day is already complete.


The children will cry, 

For they are not get ready to go home, 

For they are afriad of being alone. 

For they are not ready for the good bye.


The world will go into slumber. 

The noises will be silent. 

The night will become violent. 

The time will tick away at it's number. 


The day has end. 


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