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| In the night we shall go in, |
| we shall go in to steal |
| a flowering, flowering branch. |
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| We shall climb over the wall |
| in the darkness of the alien garden, |
| two shadows in the shadow. |
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| Winter is not yet gone, |
| and the apple tree appears |
| suddenly changed into |
| a fragment of cascade stars. |
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| In the night we shall go in |
| up to its trembling firmament, |
| and your hands, your little hands |
| and mine will steal the stars. |
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| And silently to our house |
| in the night and the shadow, |
| perfume's silent step, |
| and with starry feet, |
| the clear body of spring. |
