When dawn let out her hair

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My courage sprang behind the night
When dawn let out her hair,
With the weavings of necessities
Making up her diadem.
Supposedly she came to mourn
The parting of my trust,
She twirled her locks around my heart
Like ribbons cut by time,
And sanctioned my surrendery
To the everlasting climb.

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