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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Song: Taps (played at military funerals)

Day is done,
gone the sun,
from the lakes,
from the hills,
from the sky,
all is well,
safely rest,
God is nigh.

Fading light,
dims the sight,
and a star gems the sky,
gleaming bright,
from afar,
drawing nigh,
falls the night.

Thanks and praises,
for our days,
'neath the stars,
'neath the sky,
as we go,
this we know,
God is neigh.



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