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  08.10.2025
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Author: Robert Louis Stevenson

Late, O Miller

LATE, O miller,
The birds are silent,
The darkness falls.
In the house the lights are lighted.
See, in the valley they twinkle,
The lights of home.
Late, O lovers,
The night is at hand;
Silence and darkness
Clothe the land.


  Evening silence farewell

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