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Oh, most beautiful summer night, Enraptured my soul with thy light; In the daytime ’tis suffocating, But evening is invigorating.

From the vaulted heavens, the moon, Heaven’s old father, very soon, With silvery light all over the world, Will shine, changing water to pearl.

Around him then his children small, The little stars good-hearted all, With their golden voices seem to say, To-morrow will be a lovely day.

Believe me, the bright stars also feel pain, Much, very much, troubles them sore And they feel, and can condole with our pain, In this tearful vale of sorrow.

They also have their work, around the sun, Round, round they spin, and glide and shine; About a hundred thousand miles they run, Paid only by a span of life.