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The star that glisten the night,
if gone, darkness eschew’
the eyes light,
leaving the soul restless;
love built unspoken,
kills when lost
and of it
is the most brutal pain;
pain…
it leaves not the mind in peace
it gives not the heart bliss
even the voices that are sweet
will come the air larruping soar to the ears
leaving the eyes stare in weakness…
the trees twirling will twirl so fake
will not longer strong enough
to give breeze, heat will take ‘ver
quaffing the sun; the cloud will say it all
and the moon, the dartle will take sleep away.
