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Oh, silent night, with endless sky,

In which I dwell my soul, again,

Across the light, when shadows cry,

Into an empty space, like grain -

And soon, under the moon, they die,

As if they try my soul, to drain

In silent fields, where soon they fly,

With me, my muse and rain!..

Oh, starry sky, you tell me why

Thoughts are spraining in my brain!..

In the silent moon, they dry -

And my heart, they quickly slain

When I ask if she should cry

Near me – and once again,

I die, with her, under the endless sky!...

©Th3Mirr0r