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THERE WAS A MOON, THERE WAS A STAR

There was a moon, there was a star, There was a path, a wood; A silent voice, a voiceless word, Well heard and understood:
The years crowd on, the sundering years, The full years fleet too soon, Yet leave that soundless word unhushed, And that unwaning moon.
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