Chapters 11
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1 01 - A Late Good Night - Read by BK 1:36
Murray. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk.
My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love. Good night. My sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet. My lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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2 02 - A Late Good Night - Read by DL 1:09
My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the window pane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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3 03 - A Late Good Night - Read by CAL 1:13
My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb, the staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say. But still they murmur and repeat, To you who slumber far away, Good night, my love, good night, my sweet.
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4 04 - A Late Good Night - Read by FS 1:07
A Late Good Night My lamp is out, my task is done, And up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain, A single star makes incomplete The blackness of the window-pane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet.
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5 05 - A Late Good Night - Read by IK 1:15
A Late Goodnight by Robert F. Murray. Read for LibriVox.org by Ian King. My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Goodnight, my love. Goodnight, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain, themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat. To you. Who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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6 06 - A Late Good Night - Read by LAH 1:23
My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you, who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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7 07 - A Late Good Night - Read by MSD 1:04
A Late Goodnight by Robert F. Murray, read for LibriVox.org by Matthew Datcher. My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Goodnight, my love, goodnight, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Goodnight, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are feign themselves to close. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat, to you who slumber far away, good night, my love, good night, my sweet.
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8 08 - A Late Good Night - Read by SS 1:24
Murray. Read for LibriVox.org by Scotty Smith.
My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain, a single star makes incomplete the blackness of the window-pane. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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9 09 - A Late Good Night - Read by TP 1:04
Murray. Read for LibriVox.org by Thomas Peter. My lamp is out, my task is done, and up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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10 10 - A Late Good Night - Read by VB 1:12
My lamp is out, my task is done, And up the stair with lingering feet I climb, The staircase clock strikes one. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids affane themselves to close. Good night, my love, good night, my sweet. My lips no other words can say. But still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away. Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
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11 11 - A Late Good Night - Read by VBV 2:19
2016, December. On the North Dakota-Saskatchewan border. TheVoiceBeforeTheVoid.net My lamp is out. My task is done.
And up the stair with lingering feet I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.
Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
My solitary room I gain. A single star makes incomplete the blackness of the windowpane.
Good night, my love. Good night, my sweet.
Dim and more dim its sparkle grows, and ere my head the pillows meet, my lids are fain themselves to close. Good night, my love. Good night. My sweet...
My lips no other words can say, but still they murmur and repeat to you who slumber far away.
Good night, my love.
Good night.
My sweet.