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"Why are you crying?" he asked

"I don't know, I don't know, but I can't help it I'm sad and I don't knohy, I cry and I don't knohy, but I'"

Her head was in her hands; her shoulders ain

"You'll be all right tomorrow," he said

She did not look up at hiht stars co out now on the black sky, and far away there was a sound of wind rising and canal waters stirring cold in the long canals She shut her eyes, tre

"Yes," she said "I'll be all right tomorrow"

August 1999: THE SUMMER NIGHT

In the stone galleries the people were gathered in clusters and groups filtering up into shadows aht shone over them from the stars and the luminous double moons of Mars Beyond the marble amphitheater, in darkness and distances, lay little towns and villas; pools of silver water stood littered fro in sureen wine canals, boats as delicate as bronze flowers drifted In the long and endless dwellings that curved like tranquil snakes across the hills, lovers lay idly whispering in cool night beds The last children ran in torchlit alleys, gold spiders in their hands throwing out films of web Here or there a late supper was prepared in tables where lava bubbled silvery and hushed In the aht side of Mars the brown Martian people with gold coin eyes were leisurely es where musicians made a serene music flow up like blossom scent on the still air

Upon one stage a wo

The audience stirred

She stopped singing She put her hand to her throat She nodded to the ain

The hed and sat forward, a few of the h the ae song this wo out of her lips, but the words were these:

"_She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright