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Night Rider | ||
| The night is black but not unkind. The road is dry and bids me roll. My destination I will find. With patience, I shall reach my goal. The stars are not above my head. They must be sleeping through the night. I rose so early from my bed The villages are sleeping tight. I know in time the sun will rise To send the night somewhere to sleep. I'll let it take me by surprise As gray and pink begin to creep. | ||
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