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The dawn arose, the slumbers shadows have passed
The autumnal grace which so kindly has cast
It`s sombre yet gracious delight on my grief
Enshrouded and lulled by the winters far deeper relief
As weary my days will grow from leisure apart
I shall wait for your powers renewed
I pray to whatever there be
"let be my heard by your tenderness again imbued."
Cura a die renovato cedit
Dolor et laetitia conjungtus est
Delightful shade was all that i dared hope for
Thy silent charm alone remains to adore.
HATA BİLDİR
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