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Night Sounds Hear the sounds of midnight call as they drift so gently in. Promises from breezes fall, carried dreams upon the wind. Hear the sounds of lovers' bliss, sweethearts kiss in fading light. Words caressed by evening's mist, sounds of passion through the night. Hear the sounds that peepers make as they call for needed rain. A noisy splash heard in the lake; Loons sing their sad refrain. We'll have to bear the din of day; silently waiting for our friend. The dark, my love, will have its say; when night sounds call again. ![]()
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