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up above the world so high
there’s little light
so little light
the closest one
is the one so bright
that blinds the day to
how dark the night
oh, how short
our scopes of sight!
oh, how hopeless
are all our plights!
oh how far, how
tall the heights!
from which falls all
we hold so tight.

-m.p. 11/23/2016

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