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SOME things that fly there be,
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee:
Of these no elegy.
Some things that stay there be,
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this behooveth me.
There are, that resting, rise.
Can I expound the skies?
How still the riddle lies!
~Emily Dickison~
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