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Dawn's light, growing again, Greys the streets, tints them red, Lingers on where loves have lain— Some tousled sheets, a dirty bed— Finds them something else instead.
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Dawn's light, growing again, Greys the streets, tints them red, Lingers on where loves have lain— Some tousled sheets, a dirty bed— Finds them something else instead.
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