G-o to your beautiful bed,
L-ong night has begun;
A-llow the moon to turn
I-nto an ascending sun.
Z-enith awaits up above, on the twenty-fifth of June;
A-iming to welcome the beacon and the rays that are in tune.
M-orn is about to break,
O-ne eventide will end;
R-est in your sweet slumber,
T-ill the sun rises
A-gain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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