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Oh, beautiful bright stars, How very small you are. Once you used to give me pleasure, Once you used to give me pleasure, The whole live-long evening.

One of you the brightest, The glorious morning star, Followed me with its golden light, Followed me with its golden light, To the home of my love.

Moon amidst the high clouds, How far off you are! So far off is my beloved one, So far off is my beloved one, From my reach as you are.