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Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. the city shudders, stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. you are light and morning.
-Cesare Pavese
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Dawn's Faint Breath Breathes With Your Mouth

Cesare Pavese
Dawn's faint breath breathes with your mouth at the ends of empty streets. gray light your eyes, sweet drops of dawn on dark hills. your steps and breath like the wind of dawn smother houses. the city shudders, stones exhale— you are life, an awakening. star lost in the light of dawn, trill of the breeze, warmth, breath— the night is done. you are light and morning.
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