This incomprehensible night
Is moving like a cloud
Towards the edge where Dawn
Rosy and virginal awaits:
In the blue dome
Of azure heaven only the moon
Smiles languid and seems fixed:
The stars inconstant lovers of the night
Wander their fires here and there
And roam all randomly.
There is no steadfast star right now above.
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