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Eve Dresses the Night To Dawn's Scorn

Eve dresses the night to Dawn's scorn At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn Watching over the night waiting for her turn Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone Moon and stars dance to night's drawn Eve's presence causing a slow burn At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn Eve swims the night pond like a pretty swan To churning eyes a hearts a spurn Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone Moon and stars a romancing is spawn Eve is in the middle like a rose to a fern At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn Raindrops and dew spread over Eve's a fawn To spurning eyes a hearts a churn Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone First break of daylight gives Eve's a yawn Dawn's presence causing a slow burn At the other side of midnight awaits Dawn Dawn whittles the time for Eve to begone connie pachecho 1/9/17

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