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And makes no sound at all And in the doorway nightly sits To watch the darkness fall I think he loves the lady, Night And feels akin to her Whose footsteps are as still as his Whose touch as soft as fur --"Night" by Lois Weakley McKay |
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And makes no sound at all And in the doorway nightly sits To watch the darkness fall I think he loves the lady, Night And feels akin to her Whose footsteps are as still as his Whose touch as soft as fur --"Night" by Lois Weakley McKay |
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