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Fifty-four sings softly to herself
In harmony with what she cannot hear,
Filling an unfathomable gulf
That those who turn from silence wrongly fear.
Years pass like songs too beautiful to bear.
Fortunate are those who find life fair,
Open to the winds that stir that sea!
Underneath each word precise and clear,
Reason reaches out to mystery. |