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TAPS

Day is done, gone the sun,

From the lake, from the hill, from the sky.

All is well, safely rest,

God is nigh.

Thanks and praise, for all our days,

'Neath the sun, 'neath the stars, 'neath the sky

As we go, this we know,

God is nigh.