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And when cometh the dawn, when she in
Her shadowy aspect of night to day, dare
To sketch such hues and tints, no match wherein
The artist's brush, should either crave or bear;
Who honestly should be jealous of this spin
Dabbling at hours of mystery there.
Perhaps this birth of spurious time is hatched
Only in the illusion of colours overlapped
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