The star above our masters is brighter
Than the brightest light in close communion.
This starry sky of beaming fortunes corrects
The soul when it gazes at the realm of wishes.
For the stars at night collapse and shine tonight,
Fixing their glare at the worthy ones on lands
Overlooked by the majestic bright ones so glad,
The bright ones are the great beautiful ones.
My star at night is not my companion of old,
Nor is the light reaching our depths a tragic
Ending to the tale of little life, of light infantry
And rolling cavalry, the minor drama is abed.
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