Age-old star
And ancient moon
Fingers red
And frosty biting
And
In a secret street or alley
A dog barks, barks out cloud
Thirty snails wander aloud
And the dark pervades everywhere
And Night funereal liveries shall wear
And the city slumbers, dreams
Old Valletta always there!
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