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Night Is The Time To Weep, To Wet With Unseen Tears Those Graves Of Memory Where Sleep The Joys Of Other Years.
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Night is the time to weep,
To wet with unseen tears
Those graves of memory where sleep
The joys of other years.
-- James Montgomery (1771-1854)
-- The Issues of Life and Death
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