Okay, here comes the extended hint:
Once my favourites were circles,
now i am closer to squares,
waiting for the one who shares,
to fulfil my last quest.
Ready the one must be,
to move silently or have bedazzling friends,
for sometimes I forget it's me.
An instrument is what I want,
though I am no bard and I can't chant.
The one will be dawn,
when dark red becomes fawn.
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