The cracking peach on the dark sky fumagate the crisp glory of day
It comes with a liquidity that seems to drain the intensity of night
Robing it of its mystery and secrecy.
Signs are made manifest, the birds started singing
The winds whispering cool and calm
As the darkness is blanketed by light, the sky becomes bluer
The sun is here due to an ancient agreement
Nothing more glorious until the day the contract is ended
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