Last
Few
Stars
Trembling
Pale-faced
As
With
Guilt
Though
Not
Guilty
Shrouds
And
Ghosts
Disappearing
Thin
Air
With
Night
Magic
Loaded
Castles
Old
And
Frights
Night
Was
Deep
But
Depth
Is
Passing
And
The
Dawn be fast approaching
White on the horizon looming
Night and day, light and dark
All separating
Artists with palette awaiting
Photographers
With their lenses ready
Ah! Dawn what be Earth
Without you!
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