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Sometimes, when the light and the mists of the day
Settle holy and soft on the edge of the night,
When the sights and the sounds of the world melt away,
And the vision that lives in the soul takes flight,
That feeling comes on I felt since I was young,
Of poems unwritten and songs unsung.
Like a shadow that flits…
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