This evening
The loveliness of the setting sun
Lost behind the clouds
Pouring in from the north
A howling dastardly wind
Fiendishly steals
our evening away
And a last I must turn
And find beauty
In your eye
Lost behind the clouds
Pouring in from the north
A howling dastardly wind
Fiendishly steals
our evening away
And a last I must turn
And find beauty
In your eye
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