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FALSE DAWN
The end of night approaches.
The dawn waiting to appear. ..
Darkness softens, morning calls,
The time is almost here.
Not yet my friend, the darkness says. ..
I yield not yet to you.
The morning calls, you must relent,
My time, it must begin. ..
Not yet my light, the darkness says,
I yield not yet to you.
The dawn waiting to appear. ..
Darkness softens, morning calls,
The time is almost here.
Not yet my friend, the darkness says. ..
I yield not yet to you.
The morning calls, you must relent,
My time, it must begin. ..
Not yet my light, the darkness says,
I yield not yet to you.
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FALSE DAWN
FALSE DAWN
