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Musical: Little Night Music
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MRS. ANDERSSEN The sun sits low, Diffusing its usual glow. Five o'clock, Twilight... Vespers sound, And it's six o'clock, Twilight All around. QUINTET: But the sun sits low, As low as it's going to go. MR. ERLANSEN: Eight o'clock... MR. LINDQUIST: Twilight... WOMEN: How enthralling! MR. ERLANSEN: It's nine o'clock... MR. LINDQUIST: Twilight... WOMEN: Slowly crawling Towards-- MR. ERLANSEN: Ten o'clock... MR. LINDQUIST: Twilight... WOMEN: Crickets calling... QUINTET: The vespers ring, The nightingale's waiting to sing, The rest of us wait on a string. Perpetual sunset Is rather an unset- Tling thing. The sun won't set, It's fruitless to hope or to fret, It's dark as it's going to get. The hands on the clock turn, But don't sing a nocturne Just yet. Back to main page: Little Night Music Lyrics
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