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The Stars are Twinkling.
The stars are twinkling in the sky,
As to the pit I go;
I think not of the sheen on high,
But of the gloom below.
As to the pit I go;
I think not of the sheen on high,
But of the gloom below.
Not rest or peace, but toil and strife,
Do there the soul enthral;
And turn the precious cup of life
Into a cup of gall.
Do there the soul enthral;
And turn the precious cup of life
Into a cup of gall.
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