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Quiet Now
Quiet now
Try it now
Buy it now
Fry it now
Dry it now
Fly it now
What this day wants
Is some peace
And a bit of silence
Quiet release
.More precious
Than the golden fleece
If you are mindful of such things
Lest there be a nightingale that sings
A sweet song of surrender to the wonder of it all
A siren's song to serenade the sleep to which we fall
August 25 2008
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