Triolet

Pale dawn has gathered every star

Then strikes a spark and lights the moon.

Behind night's door, time drops the bar.

Pale dawn has gathered every star,

But heaven's gate it leaves ajar,

And day pours forth a golden flume.

Pale dawn has gathered every star

Then strikes a spark and lights the moon.

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