Oh, when the sun yields child
to the soft caress of the night
After the sun has gone.
After the sun has gone.
That lifts the wind
after the sun has gone.
The last of wonder and awe
That turns life
from a beach shell echo
to a cornucopia
after the sun has gone.
Life without a shell must
shake out the shadows
live full to overflowing
less it dry after the sun has gone
leaving the child still, beautiful silent
in the beach tide after the sun has gone.
After the sun has gone.
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