My sister is beautiful pale like a rare dawn she sheds light that is sometimes difficult because though people claim they want illumination they fear those rays of daylight that may expose scars born of the night Like a rare dawn my sister brings song on delicate wings And strong tea to paint smiles on yawning lips. Pale like a rare dawn that wakes the wolf and stirs the fawn. My sister is beautiful. Pale like a rare dawn.
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