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Do you remember the Girl of the Night with her clear eyes and bright smile? How she jumped across the stars, the dark fields and stormy skies? Sometimes she still flies from windows to trees But the Girl of the Night grew tired of it. “Let me go, let me go!” She cried at the moon, “Let me go, let me be! let me smile at the sun!” Do you remember, Mooneyes? |
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