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The slight whisper,
The heavenly twister,
And the smart punctuations of life;
The halts which I made,
The falls which I take,
Will resemble the mode of my cries;
He laughs and so do I,
We both tend to rejoice,
What I know is known by him,
And of! Course, nothing did he hide!