Brushed by the shadows of the dead On the grass where day expires Columbine strips bare admires her body in the pond instead A charlatan of twilight formed Boasts of the tricks to be performed The sky without a stain unmarred Is studded with the milk-white stars From the boards pale Harlequin First salutes the spectators Sorcerers from Bohemia Fairies sundry enchanters Having unhooked a star He proffers it with outstretched hand While with his feet a hanging man Sounds the cymbals bar by bar The blind man rocks a pretty child The doe with all her fauns slips by The dwarf observes with saddened pose How Harlequin magically growsSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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