Hear me, hear me,
The time flies
The dusk is gone
And quick
The night advances
Hear me, hear me.
Hear me, hear me,
Already the bat flies
Already the owls speak
Already nightingales sing
Hear me, hear me
Hear me, hear me
Before the ghosts and shrouds
Take to the streets at night
Before they pour out
Their broken hearts and groans
Hear me, hear me, my Monsignor
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