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Stars twinkling, behind cloud, As if they were not there, to my eye, A night dark, as around I walk, To keep myself warm I try...
Among the ranks of the lost and the poor, Are burdens great we never see, As the clouds of poverty keep them so Should we do nothing, this will forever be.