From the top of my hill
I can see the bright stars
The night has a clear chill
I can even see Mars
I can see the city
Stretched into the distance
The lights glow with beauty
A man-made brilliance
But man cannot eclipse
The heavens' adornments
These praises from my lips
Are but understatements
The stars around the moon
Defer to her beauty
This bright goddess La Lune
This Sappho's Seleni
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