A slave to the night
Is gone with first light.
The bonds of darkness
Banished by the dawn,
She a harsh mistress
Jealous of the mystery given,
Hidden by that cloak of stars
That she in envy despises,
Oh that night were eternal,
Boundless joy for this nocturnal!
But the Sun must on its path tread
Burning the night away
For the sake of his sister
Who weakly, feebly makes the night
Her rival,
Dawn, for your survival,
The Morning slays the night.
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