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Now the day is over
Night is drawing nigh
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky
Give to little children
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea
When the morning wakens
Then may i arise
Fresh and pure and sinless
In thy holy eyes
Give to little children
Visions sweet of thee
Guard the sailors tossing
On the deep blue sea