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Something has been written, I am sure
Of the power of joy
Of the scent of sorrow 
Of the sound of shame.

Something has been written, I am sure
Of the feel of forgetting
Of the shades of loss
Of the taste of pain.

Something has been written, I am sure
Of all such things, but more
Of the colours love and doubt
What else may poets write about?
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