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mysterious night
the stars fell from heaven
simply speaking
have you not heard
braided and woven
sweet and strong
there were three in the meadow by the brook
some one complained to the master
you are clear
rising moon has hid the stars
birds against the april wind
for then without
with lips blood red and heart of stone

 



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