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Pře krásné hwězdicky.
Death Song of the Horseman.
Ye stars! so small, so bright,
So beautiful, whose ray
Has led me thro' the night—
Has lighted all my way.
And thou, most fair of all,
The first—the morning star,
At whose awakening call,
I sought my love afar.
Thou moon, in clouds bedight,
So distantly above,
Thou bringest to my sight
My pure and distant love.
