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STAR-RISE
When the first star shines forth, the lark,
The singing star of day,
Drops from the heaven. She fears the dark
In that wide trackless way.
The singing star of day,
Drops from the heaven. She fears the dark
In that wide trackless way.
So in the heart, when Love awakes,
The joys that used to sing
Fall silent. All the spirit quakes
At the strange shining thing.
The joys that used to sing
Fall silent. All the spirit quakes
At the strange shining thing.
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