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In the night we shall go in, |
we shall go in to steal |
a flowering, flowering branch. |
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We shall climb over the wall |
in the darkness of the alien garden, |
two shadows in the shadow. |
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Winter is not yet gone, |
and the apple tree appears |
suddenly changed into |
a fragment of cascade stars. |
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In the night we shall go in |
up to its trembling firmament, |
and your hands, your little hands |
and mine will steal the stars. |
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And silently to our house |
in the night and the shadow, |
perfume's silent step, |
and with starry feet, |
the clear body of spring. |