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With brilliance, clad in white, in an enchanted world, a vision most inviting stands before my very eyes. She treads a grassy hill beyond which mountains rise to heaven's heights where fluffs of clouds, as if in pink, are swirled. Her golden locks are streaming in a gentle breeze. Her lovely face is beaming. It's a woman-child I see. My steps are quickening. She seems to beckon me. But suddenly the sun is streaming; soon the maiden flees! Who was she? Can you guess? And where has she now gone? A little hint - she'll come again, but not till night has passed. Wake up bright and early; she comes and goes so fast! Look to the sky and watch for her. She is the Goddess Dawn.
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