A whimsical word, so light, like a bird,
It floats on the air, with care, unheard.
Then floats to the ground, no sound, but it sings!
For all, all these years, in our ears, still rings!
A wisp on the wind, a poet, a friend,
Thus, from beginning to end, your light will transcend!
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