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THE SONG OF THE THORNBIRD
I heard the Thornbird recently,
And will never be the same.
To have shared in that matchless moment
Of tortured ecstasy
Has saddened
And yet gladdened
My heart immeasureably.
To have shared in such boundless beauty
Emerging from the pain-inspired depths
Of mortal anguish
Is a privelige only known by few.
I was there.
I know it's true.
There may be songs yet unsung
Or mystical moments of music yet unheard;
Yet there is no song
On heaven or earth
To rival that
Of the dying Thornbird.
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