The sun has collapsed now that it strides
In the sky that is happier every day;
The stars at night fade into oblivion
When the entrance of it is certain.
My star is a dear one of such clarity,
Its breadth can not be matched this time.
The clapping of hands accompanies the time
Still in our sight, still the eyes are enjoyed.
This magic burdens the losers,
The winners of the crime called death are fancied.
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