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& the lone bougainvilla dances;

& the wind is its music;

& the music is soundless;

& in silence you hear Soul;

& you think, "how beautiful";

& beauty is senseless;

& to dance is freedom;

& to sing is freeing;

& you scream your head out;

& your ears start to bleed;

& the blue sky cracks open;

& pierces night's malignant dark;

& feet touch the ground;

& pigs fly in November;

& this is what happened;

& the world says hello.

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