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The two stars in the sky
Don't till or weave, o why?
'Cause the fairies enviously pry.
The moon so fair knits her brows with a frown;
She does in grief drown;
Now wind blows a rain down.
They meet just for a while,
No more than a faint smile.
In their hearts their rues make a pile.
New joys are few, whereas old woes grow more.
What one may deplore,
They end with a new sore.
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