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 A heine love song by Eugene Field 
						The image of the moon at nightAll trembling in the ocean lies,
 But she, with calm and steadfast light,
 Moves proudly through the radiant skies,
 
 How like the tranquil moon thou art--
 Thou fairest flower of womankind!
 And, look, within my fluttering heart
 Thy image trembling is enshrined!
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