Dawn says goodbye to the earth,
Lies at the bottom of the valley
I look at the forest covered with mist
And the lights of its peaks.
How quietly go out
The rays go out at the end!
With what bliss they bathe in them
Trees lush your crown!
And all the more mysterious, immeasurable
Their shadow grows, grows like a dream;
How thin at dawn
Their light essay is exalted!
As if sensing a double life
And she is doubly covered
And they feel their land
And in the sky they ask for it.
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