Caroling Dusk/For the Candle Light

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FOR THE CANDLE LIGHT

The sky was blue, so blue that day And each daisy white, so white,O, I knew that no more could rains fall grey And night again be night.
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I knew, I knew. Well, if night is night, And the grey skies greyly cry,I have in a book for the candle light, A daisy dead and dry.

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