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In the darkest hour,
Of the coldest night
When the Heavens deign
To open wide
And e'en Angels
Take startled flight
Form eerie sounds
And silvered light
The Cosmos converses
In Cosmic verses and is
Softly scriptured the melodies
The stanzas…the bars
In the gelid Winter's night…
And would'st one lend a careful ear,
Perhaps the Gods would grant him hear
…The whispers ofthe stars…
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