The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day. — George Macdonald
The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day. — George Macdonald
The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day. — George Macdonald
The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day. — George Macdonald
The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day. — George Macdonald
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The west is broken into bars Of orange gold and gray Gone is the sun come are the stars And night infolds the day.

— George Macdonald
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