.When the quiet evening comes
And the village softly lies
Twinkling in the shadow of the mountain
When the twilight's muffled drums
Play tattoos to the skies
And the heavens close their eyes
I'll be gone.
When the fisher folds his net,
Makes his craft secure,
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