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I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
But not to call me back or say good-by;
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. Robert Frost
When the dark wood fell before me
I did not believe because I could not see
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Then the mountain rose before me
Cast your eyes on the ocean
Though we share this humble path, alone
Breathe life into this feeble heart
Cast your eyes on the ocean Loreena McKennitt, Dante's Prayer
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