| 1 | The land reposes in the dusk. | |
| 2 | Ah, it calls me out into the dusk. | |
| 3 | Shepherds was pelting through the gloaming their sheep and goats. | |
| 4 | As dusk crept over the treetops we pulled into Prince George. | |
| 5 | The Republic, a guillotine in the twilight; the Empire, a sword in the night. |
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