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Starry Night

Swirly and a gold shooting star,
The wind breezing through the poplar.

The village below a quiet haven,
the only sound was the snoring of the cobbler.

A gold star, a weeping tree, the
warmth of a summer dusk.

The moon asleep in a big glowing heap,
Everyone soon followed behind him.

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