To the mysterious night who
Brings me the moon
I have adored you
For he so also brings
That which my dream sings
A man to be the greatest of kings
By then, fires will begin
Sparks ignited by him
To whom my heart must win
A smile spoken for
Of a heart so gentle and poor
Thousands of crowns but worth more
But promise as suns will rise
The night will no longer be wise
As this prince will be my prize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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