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"Turning tides, their regularities! What is the heart, that it ever was afraid, Knowing as it must know the spring's release, Shining heart, heart constant as a tide?
Omnipresent, imperturbable Is the life that death springs from. And complaint is wrong, the slightest complaint at all, Now that the rye crop waves beside the ruins." -Seamus Heaney
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