On those nights...
So merrily above the ancient city
I can not sleep.
I open wide my window for the stars
To come and muse with me.
The vintage towers gleam in city lights,
The air is fresh and cold, and quiet is the night.
A secret spell I whisper and the stars
Unhurriedly coming closer; one of them
Descends on my hand and shines like a fair diamond
With blue and steady light.
That tells me tales of those
Quite different distant places, and…
Stories of those loving dreamy souls,
The star is visiting on other magic nights.
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