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Under the stars the minstrels sing,

Under the stars the minstrels sing,
Working their song in nightly bars,
And every night is such a thing
Under the stars.

The People rush by in their cars,
A bow is loweréd to a string,
When hushed are Nature's many wars,

Then up and down the arches swing
What being could best all art of ours?
A cricket harping on its wing
Under the stars.

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