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There was a misty morning when a mystery begun to breath!
It was not even a morning but false dawn indeed...
And Night was falling asleep... was quietening down... She had to recede!
It was look like She took offence at this town and decided to leave...
But She promiced to get back to it!
Feeling mistery She had turned back... but it was too late
Because of cheeky pink-haired lad:
There was Dawn crawling out from the bed!
- What had happened to here? – the boy wondered...
He opened his eyes, they were pure like dew
He tilted his head and there’s an azure lock... or a few...
- I don’t knoooooow! – flying princess Night said....
- I don’t .... nooo... – was the last breath!
The whole world was in hiding...
And all birds became silent...
The wind had died down...
Here was standing spellbound Dawn
He was hearkening to mystery sound....
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The Life was born in the April’s false dawn!
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