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In the highways of the night, I search for the morning light,

Sleep on the corner of night's bed,

To be the first guest of the rising morning.

The morning light enfolds me tightly with its wings,

Just so the triumph of dazzling morning light was spreading,

Little by little the splendid light of day fades away,

I stay at the beginning of the road of a fading day,

The train of the day takes me back to the party of the darkness.