DUSK
WHEN DUSK FALLS GENTLY UPON THE HILLS, THE COLORS ARE MUTED AND SOFT. THE ANIMALS WALK SLEEPILY TO THEIR LAIRS, THEY SETTLE INTO THE SOFT MOSS.
WHEN DUSK SLOWLY COVERS THE WHOLE TERRAIN, THE BREEZE BLOWS SOFTLY AMONG THE LEAVES, THE SHADOWS FALL FROM HILL TO VALE, IT LOOKS AS IF IT MIGHT BRING GENTLE RAIN.
WHEN DUSK FALLS SOFTLY UPON THE HILLS, THE BIRDS GO, NIGHTLY, TO THEIR NESTS. THE COUGARS ROAM FAR FROM HOME, THE OTHER ANIMALS GO TO REST.
WHEN DUSK FALLS GENTLY UPON THE HILLS, SWEET LOVERS GATHER NEAR THE POND, THEY TALK, THEY DREAM, THEY TOUCH, THEY KISS, THEY FORM EVER-LASTING BONDS.
WHEN DUSK FALLS SOFTLY UPON THE HILLS, MY THOUGHTS TURN SWEETLY TO YOU. I WONDER ALWAYS WHERE YOU ARE, AND IF YOU MISS ME, TOO.
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