Summer night, Oh silent summer night.
Among the trees, in a somber grove you hide.
What's in between those pillars curved and cracked,
Where plenty, even braver, were trapped?
- what is the thing, that you called strangely "fear"?
Although you can't see, the very Sun is near
So every tree and even little herb
Are brave enough to sleep beneath the Orb
Summer night
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