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When Day Is Done
- When day is done, and the sun is low,
- when stars come out, and the moon does show,
- and when the earth wraps in stillness so,
- for just a while, the world is mine.
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- In restful peace, my mind will stray
- back to events which filled the day,
- for deeds to praise, and for sins to pay,
- an accounting for borrowed time.
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- Each action taken, I review,
- the event again, would I do?
- or replace it with something new?
- shades of things that are yet to be.
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- For though the past I can not change,
- the future still I can arrange,
- and in the balance I can exchange
- joy and sorrow to some degree.
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- For any one that I might offend,
- I look for ways to make a friend,
- and hope that I can then amend
- the grievous errors of my way.
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- And for any good that I have done,
- I vow to finish what I've begun,
- before another day is done,
- and its events I then replay.
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Copyright
January 8,
1998
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Paul
Allen Rice
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