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The night comes down on foxes
As they run across the hill,
The night comes down on fallow deer
They wander where they will,
The night comes down on white owls
As they wake in hollow trees
The night comes down on badgers, free
To snuffle where they please,
The night comes down like velvet
On this house, and tenderly,
With starry streams and endless dreams
The night comes down on me.
By
Richard Edwards
