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The Autumn drawing up along the Night,
Amidst mankind the Moon casts shadows bright.
The Toad sinks not amid the Milky Way.
His elixirs the Hare pounds on for aye.


All brings but sorrow to my heart sincere!
And makes my whitening hair more white appear.
O'er all the earth resound loud war's alarms.
Illume no more, oh Moon! these traitors' arms.