The dawn dressed in white
Already the door opens to the great sun
Already with its rosy fingers
Caresses the crowd of flowers
Moved by a arcane tremor
All around creation already begins
And you don't wake up, and in vain
I stand here painfully singing
You too put on the white dress
And open the door to your singer
Where you are not the light is missing
Where you are love is born
Where you are not the light is missing

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