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 do not wake up in vain
I stand here painfully singing
Put on your white dress too
And open up the door to your singer
Where you are not the light is missing
Where you are love is born
Moved by an arcane thrill
All around creation already par
And you don't wake up in vain
I stand here painfully singing
Where you are not the light is missing
Where you are love is born

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