It’s nighttime,
The day is done, and all is still;
No more I see the distant hill.

Each little star
Comes twinkling from afar,
And soon
The rising moon
Will light the still lagoon.

Bright silver beams
Will bring a flood of dreams,
Then memories will start.

Night shadows soon will creep,
Then I will go to sleep
With the magic of nighttime
In my heart.

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