Now your race is run. Sleep in sweet oblivion, setting with the sun - rest! The war is won, the Warrior's Home. Sorrows, shun; Life ends, as begun - cradled by the One holding you, His sleeping son, singing; "Day is done..."
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Now your race is run. Sleep in sweet oblivion, setting with the sun - rest! The war is won, the Warrior's Home. Sorrows, shun; Life ends, as begun - cradled by the One holding you, His sleeping son, singing; "Day is done..."
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Don't stop now!
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