The splendor of moon
Delights us, delights
The bats and the woods
The oaks and the firs and the cats
On the prowl:
On the thick branch the wise of
The Owl
And near the sweet nightingales
Ah! night the beautiful
The magician of yet
Another civilization alternative
To day.
Hear humans!
Another civilization!
Hear, the night comes each night!
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