Now that I am wearied of the day,
my ardent desire shall happily receive
the starry night
like a sleepy child.
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Hands, stop all your work.
Brow, forget all your thinking.
All my senses now
yearn to sink into slumber.
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And my unfettered soul
wishes to soar up freely
into night's magic sphere
to live there deeply and thousandfold.
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