Towards the time of evening

The birds are gliding,

And the clouds are riding,

In the mountainous sky.

The deers are operating,

And the hyenas screaming,

In the clumsy forest.

The winds are blowing,

And the ships still sailing,

In the endless blue sea.

The sun is setting,

And the moon is rising,

In the far empty space.

The stars are shining,

And the nightingale singing,

In the time for me to sleep.

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