The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night,
Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.


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The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.

The gray-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night, Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light.