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As the moon's soft light lay on the
Child's eyelids, he fancied he sat in a
golden boat, on a great, great water ;
countless stars swam glittering on the
dark mirror. He stretched out his
hand to catch the nearest star, but it
had vanished, and the water sprayed up
against him. Then he saw clearly that
these were not the real stars ; he looked
up to heaven, and wished he could fly
thither.
