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I set the dawn above the mountain. The tops are torn your dreams deep and the day breaks with his shoulder the black fence of the night. The loud river of voices is running and enriches everything in colors. The Deer Silver shines in the unprepared meadow. During the Dandelion Dance, chickens and forbidden ones, the sun is looking for me with rays. She dropped her dew, pays happiness its path white to the singing line of the horizon.