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Day is done, gone the sun,
From the lake, from the hills, from the sky.
All is well, safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading light, dims the sight,
And the star gems the sky, gleaming bright.
From above, drawing nigh,
Falls the night.

Thanks and praise for our days,
’neath the sun, ’neath the stars, ’neath the sky.
As we go, this we know,
God is nigh.

(the story of Taps - The Bugle Call)

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