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Break of New Day

 

 

Sitting throw another sleepless night

Of following figurines in midnights flight,

Upon the sealing they move with grace

And there wick that bids them light become ever so shorter,

 

The crest of day has come so they are needed no longer,

And will rest until the star goes to its nightly place,

Now everything seems right

In the coming of the new light

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