But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth
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But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.

— William Wordsworth
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Even as a child, she had preferred night to day, had enjoyed sitting out in the yard after sunset, under the star-speckl — Dean Koontz, Midnight
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Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling. — Luis Buñuel
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