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The Moon, who is caprice itself, looked in through the window / when you lay asleep in your cradle, and said inwardly: "This is / a child after my own soul."
And she came softly down the staircase of the clouds, and / passed noiselessly through the window-pane. Then she laid / herself upon you with the supple tenderness of a mother, and / she left her colours upon your face. That is why your eyes are / green and your cheeks extraordinarily pale. It was when you / looked at her, that your pupils widened so strangely; and she / clasped her arms so tenderly about your throat that ever since / you have had the longing for tears.