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Aurora's fleeting figure
follows fate's command,
dashes madly forward
to chase the rising sun.

Solemnly, noon smiles
golden, warm and bright,
'til rose shades fade westward
with glimmers of dying light.

On the distant horizon
dusk paints a purple bruise
waxing into moonlit night,
spreading violet hues.

Lamp unto my journey
and sight unto my eyes,
bright star, source of my joy,
Venus, I call unto you.

Beckon love to follow
your radiant passage
and, with the dawn,
return.