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She loved to greet a summer dawn,

Forestall a sunrise on a terrace,

When on the pale-blue heavens’ dome

Diminishes the stars’ appearance,

Lightens the border of the Earth,

And wind, the morning sunrise worth,

Like herald blows – the day comes in.

In winter, when the days are thin,

A shade of night is calmly slipping,

And in the silent idle quiet

Under a faded dim moon light

The lazy East for long is sleeping,

She woke up at a usual time

In the twilight of candles’ shine.