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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Night Walk
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The night wind over the great downs
 Streams along the sky.
 In the solitude of the hill--side
 There is only you and I.

 The night wind leaps and rushes
 Black in the trees that cry
 As if their travail echoed
 The world`s eternal why?

 Clouds have buried the old moon.
 The sunk light cowers shy.
 In a world of stumbling and darkness
 There is only you and I.
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