When the night is cold
Some get by but some get old
Just to show life's not made of gold
When the night is cold
When the bird has flown
Got no one to call your own
Got no place to call your home
When the bird had flown
When the day is done
Down to earth then sinks the sun
Along with everything that was lost and won
When the day is done.
Day is Done
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