The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
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- Hilaire Belloc It freezes - all across a soundless sky The birds go home. The governing dark's begun: The steadfast dark that waits not for…