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So Often I have heard,
The silence of a bird.

So often I have seen,
The smile of a boy.

So often I have tasted,
The salt of a tear.

So often I have smelt,
The sweetness of a maple.

So often I have felt,
The pang of death.

For I have only not-so-often,
Shed true tears.




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