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The day and the night borns for a good
The children of time - the brother and the sister.
And from a century on the planet
Only separately they go always,
And the Earth protogenic children -
They are a people, a fire and water.
Over the river the fire by the tongue
Is torn in the sky.
And I am glad till the morning
To see the red-faced brother,
Hearing, as the sister sings.