In The Evening When The Day Is Done
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Shalom Freedman
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In the evening
When the day is done
And I have nowhere to go with my mind
I write these lines
As prelude to one more night of interrupted sleep
I say in them farewell to a time that will never come again
Not knowing how many days and nights are left
I write with a quiet sadness of yet another day done
Which will never come again
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