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The night looks softly down from distances,Eternal with her thousand golden eyes,And weary mortals shut their eyes in sleep,To know once more some happiness forgotten.See you the silent, gloomy wanderer?Abandoned is the path he takes, and lonely,Unmarked for distance or direction.And oh! no star illuminates his way,A way so long, so far from guardian spirits.And voices versed in soft deceit sound, luring: