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I dreamed (and dreams aren't always vain, it seems)

I had been carried off by winds that moan

Across the starry space; the stellar zone

Where dawn eternally has smiles, and beams.

The stars that guard the morning light that streams

On seeing me pass silent, sad, alone,

Now looked at me, and asked in caring tone:

"Where is our sister, friend caught up in dreams?"

I hung my head in apprehensive fright

Lest they discover all my great disgrace.

I passed on, furtive, silent at the sight:

I didn't dare to tell the stars of space,

Your little sisters, all so pure and bright,

How false you are, unworthy of their race!

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