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Midnight Plays

A stroll I tooketh whilst little luna gloweth true

Merry singing stars with the sky burning blue

A queer little song on my lips calling whom?

Appeareth doth solis begging to play too

The plants grew and eorum flowers bloom

My soul a tear it shed thy rhythm could it woo

Along came thee and my sorrow away it flew

Hurray sang we all and hurray sang we anew

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