The night arrives with its cup
of intertwined stars,
and dreaming drowns all men,
collecting them in its cellar,
and the world is washed once more...(Pablo Neruda)
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The night arrives with its cup
of intertwined stars,
and dreaming drowns all men,
collecting them in its cellar,
and the world is washed once more...(Pablo Neruda)