When the evening goes,
When the nighttime ends,
When the shadows fade,
When the dusk ceases,
There is one thing sure.
When the morn breaks
after twilight,
brightness shows up
in the wide sky.
The moon hides,
Stars are gone,
Sun rises -
Above
the line -
Dawn.
Form: Diminished Hexaverse
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