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day stars

The skies they are blue and boundless
The stars they are serene and sightless
The stars they are many and sightless;

It is the day that invades the brilliance of the night
With the glare of the fiery sun haughty downright;

It is dreary with no menagerie of heaven’s beasts,
Afloat in the abeyance of immemorial pasts

It is gloomy with no festivals of ancient legends,
Aglow in a heaven’s theater at their best acts.