'Tis night seems rare and it' weather indifferent, but all form this perfect night
sitting on ma terrace beholdin the congregation of the stars
suddenly a flash speed through ma very eyez is that a lighten? ? ? Ma eyes seems sure but ma head played the trick
drowning in a doubt i behold a lighten headed ma way, wait! ! ! Thats no lighten that' a shootin' star
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