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Midsummer night without a moon, but the stars / In a serene bright multitude were there, / Even the shyest ones, even the faint motes shining / Low in the north, under the Little Bear.
When I have said, "This tragic farce I play in / Has neither dignity, delight nor end," / The holy night draws all its stars around me, / I am ashamed, I have betrayed my Friend.