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burns star;
My opinion is
always beckons;
My dreams
it involves
And from the heights
calls me!
Such was also
The gentle eyes,
What I liked
The fate of a reproach.
Muck never
He could not ripen,
How th star,
He was far.
weary eyelids
I had not closed
And without hope
To it looked!

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