setting sun, with golden beam
skidding clouds and skies of blue
evening glow, the night shall sing
wait for us, we'll fly away
tomorrow comes, tonight is first
for now we sit, in darkness stay
the stars above, soft words they bring
same as before, 'tis nothing new
what shall we say to kings and castles?
they offer us no place to hide
with king so great, castle so high
what good are we, who weep and sigh?
indeed, the peasants who wait in darkness
must wait for sunrise to bring them rest
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