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I saw the farewell of night, and

The dawn of morning.

Harvested the riddles and secrets of the morning,

Made them into melodies for the night,

Hummed them into night's ears.

The night with its tender arms enwrapped me to a deep sleep.

The crescent moon sang me a lullaby song, and

The sun, as it was climbing the sky, greeted me with warmth.