Far off the first tiny star – a hesitant, tremulous drop of silver – begins to shine.

Returning home, she saluted each star, each peak, and each watch-fire as if they signalled to her alone;-

At night, the stars put on a show for free.

A thousand stars were flashing across the blue wastes of the sky. One seemed alone with an inscrutable society. All human beings were laid asleep – prone, horizontal, dumb.

And the stars look very different today.

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From various books and lyrics.

 

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