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Over meadows of the moon, Across the silver sand, The errant blooms of lights were strewn, At midnight woke from stars; at noon Slept still on either hand.
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I shall whisper to the night, Stars are gentle like the white Wings of butterflies in flight. Soft the evening fell and still; Night came after up the hill, Bringing stars to fly until Sky is full; its gardens far Glitter with their lights, which are A thousand thousand, each a star. Watch the thousand wings and say, Gentle stars, please soar and stray Till tomorrow turns today.
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