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"the moon grows brighter, sun grows dim,
but night is neither foul nor grim.
so lovely, in autùmnal shades,
them evening proudly masquerades
as dances it a sarabande."
( - Naktigonis, 'the plight of birds')
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"And the lights, they come swirling,
On the walls they land, twirling.
Dancing nobly and calm,
They might rest on your palm
for a while.
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As they waltz on the walls,
They embellish the halls -
My, what beautiful sights
To my eye bring these lights!"
( - Naktigonis, 'dim lights')
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