The first blush creeps, on wings of light,
Chasing back the fading night.
Stars retreat, a silent sigh,
As whispers paint the eastern sky.
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The first blush creeps, on wings of light,
Chasing back the fading night.
Stars retreat, a silent sigh,
As whispers paint the eastern sky.
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