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Quiet Night

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The wind whispers gently
It has no need to yell
The night has met serenity
The whole world is tranquil

Non-living is commotion
A peace that is untouched
Not a single thing in motion
Sound has all been hushed

And in this sickly stillness
There sits one saddened soul
He once had felt empty
The quiet’s made him whole

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