In the night of olive color a silent assassin
Entered into the mysterious stable…
The horses were drowsing as deaf.
The eyes of assassin was like sharpened blade
Without bloodshed he didn't understand phase of the moon.
On that night the moon of dark fortnight was in the sky
The assassin didn't know that the horses set a trap.
Suddenly a painful shout spread out
Bodies of all melancholy stars were trembled!
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