I walked beneath the stars tonight
And Orion sheathed his saber
In the quietude of the hour.
God's peace passed across
The still life of the neighborhood
For no one stirred at this hour.
The cold wind wrapped itself
Around me beneath the silent symphony
Performed against the blanket of starlight.
All ist klar; alles shlaft.
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