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The sun goes down the verge;
The silvery moon walks the night.
Upon the green meadows, shadows emerge;
Land in- the mock stars, fireworms bright.
Ethereal fragrance aromatic;
Follows the moon arthwart distant land.
To make the night angelicly romantic;
Abading away afflictions, as if a magic wand.
The surreptitious insects chanting-
'May the queen forever have mastery over the night! !
May she forever carry her eternal peace of light.'