Dawn — With Her

Morning Star, enemy of lovers, why do you stand by the bed when I am just warm on the breast of my loved Demo?
Turn back your swift course and become the Evening Star, O you who shed so sweet a light so bitter to me!
Before now you came against Zeus with Alcmene and you are not ignorant of how to turn back.
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