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When the night comes, close my door
When the shadow settles on our town,
When the sky bundles its stars beneath its dismal clouds,
When the owls hoot and send their eerie echoes across the wooded bungalows, 
When nought is outside but a town dressed in dark, gloomy  cape,
Close my door...

But when the sun comes up, let me out to town
Let me see its golden radiance pictured across a waking town
Let me see the beauty, 
Let me see the people and their faces, 
Let me see the Glory of the daisies
When the sun comes up, 
Let me out to town...
 
                ~w.A. Booker