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 IN THE DUSK

hangs its light between two dusks, my heart,

Always beyond the dark there is the blue.

Sometime we'll leave the dark, myself and you,

And revel in the light for evermore.

But the deep pain of you is aching smart,

And a long calling weighs upon you sore.

Day hangs its light between two dusks, and song

Is there at the beginning and the end. 72