O how all things are far removed and long have passed away. I do believe the star, whose light my face reflects, is dead and has been so for many thousand years. I had a vision of a passing boat and heard some voices saying disquieting things. I heard a clock strike in some distant house… but in which house?… I long to quiet my anxious heart and stand beneath the sky`s immensity. I long to pray… And one of all the stars must still exist. I do believe that I would know which one alone endured, and which like a white city stands at the ray`s end shining in the heavens. Translated by Albert Ernest FlemmingSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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