The day is here, but night cometh quickly
The sun is up but the moon presses its hour
The song bird chirps but the owl waits in anxiety
The day is here but the night cometh quickly
The words are there but the book is not yet written
The notes are set but the song not yet sang
The day is here but the night cometh quickly
Make haste for youthfulness endures only a day
At night the hour is here, no time to be here and there
The last word is spoken and the last breath is taken
The day is here, but night cometh quickly
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