The dawn, dressed in white, has already opened the door to the sun, and with pink fingers caresses the myriads of flowers. A mysterious trembling seems to disturb all nature, yet you will not get up, and vainly I stand here sadly and sing. Dress yourself, too, in white and open the door to your serenader! Where you are not, all is dark, where you are, love is born!
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