Early light, early light shaping the pale edge to sight In the meadow grass, in the fields by the spring Comus awakening... From the calomel night Kalos Melas unafraid Calyptra of the breathing dawn Opsomai, Optare, Optimus He will breakfast at the algaroba branch before the customary time and Fall among the tubers and Tucana a photic idiot twindling in the twitch grass alone too early light.Birth sign: Capricorn
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