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O vicious, vicious night
With capricious, capricious moon
Are they careless, careless -- they:
The stars that never touch us?
O mistress, mistress Moon,
Grant my wishes, wishes!
In this viscous, viscous life
Will heaven never miss us?
With capricious, capricious moon
Are they careless, careless -- they:
The stars that never touch us?
O mistress, mistress Moon,
Grant my wishes, wishes!
In this viscous, viscous life
Will heaven never miss us?
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