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When I open the Book

I hear the poets whisper and weep,

Laugh and lament.

In a thousand languages

They say the same thing:

“We lived. The secret of life

Is love, which casts its wing

Over all suffering, which takes

In its arms the hurt child,

Which rises green from the fallen seed.”