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Twilight down the west
Wanders once again;
With a gentler guest
Singing in her train.

Hearkens every breast,
Every heart and brain:
Peace, oh, peace is best!
Runs the sweet refrain.

So the world is blest,
Joy is not nor pain;
Love itself learns rest
Of the summer rain.
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