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After night there comes the day And so the dark will pass away Through the dawn a wondrous thing is born Comes the day When the minstrel sings his song And the people wander on Still he sings for the pleasure music brings Still he sings When the words begin to rhyme And then flow as rich as wine Then you've heard, the poets spoken word Rich as wine When the colours seem to fade Perhaps you're standing in the shade Just for you the colours filter through Just for you After night there comes the day And so the dark will pass away Through the dawn a wondrous thing is born Comes the day |