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90 When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their pristine splendoar the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang, "Oh, the picture of perfection, the joy unalloged!" When suddenly someone cried - "It seems that somewhere there is a break in the the chain og light and one of the sturs has been lost," The golden string of their harp shapped, their song stopped and they cried in they cried in dismay "Yes that star was the best, she was the glory of all heavens!" From that day the searchis uncearing fou her and the cry goes on from the one to the other to her the world life has lost its one, Only in the deepest silence of night the staro smile and whisper among themselves – "Vain is this suking! Unbroken perfectim is over all!"