Fair is the white star of twilight, and the sky clearer at the day's end; But she is fairer, and she is dearer. She, my heart's friend! Far stars and fair in the skies bending, Low stars of hearth fires and wood smoke ascending, The meadow-lark's nested, The night hawk is winging; Home through the star-shine the hunter comes singing. Fair is the white star of twilight, And the moon roving To the sky's end; But she is fairer, better worth loving, She, my heart's friend.  
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