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The dawn separates the light from the shadow,
and my pleasure from my desire.
O sweet stars it’s time to die.
A love even more divine sweeps you from the skies.
Oh Gleaming eyes,
that will never return
Sad stars,douse your pour light!
You must die.
You cannot see the day
my lovely dream of night.
Envelop me, O Night,
in your maternal breast
While the pale earth
bathes itself in dew.
But from my blood
let the dawn rise.
And from my brief dream
the eternal sun!
- And from my brief dream
the eternal sun!