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There is magic in the midnight sun
When the stars decline to glow

There is wonder in the parched ocean
Where the water never flows

There is beauty in the flightless bird
Whose wings refuse to grow

There is anguish in us mice and men
For love we do not know.


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His smile was torn
His soul was worn
All the pain that he had borne.
But what, truly, do we mourn
That on his sleeve was still adorn
His heart.