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Where would the poets be without the moon and the stars?No bright night jewels to compare the lover's eyes toNo twinkling company to light their dark hoursNo early morning crescent to mark their dreams and moodsAnd if the sun always shone?No melancholy grayTo condense their thoughts like fogOr hot breath on a window paneWhere would the poets be without the rain?To wet their skinLet them begin To sprout their seedMake them believeCause words pile up and hang aroundLinger near the feelings where they fellWaiting for someone to write them downWaiting for someone with a story to tellBut there's no melody without silenceThere's no rhythm without the spaces in betweenWhat some may say is beautifulOthers think is obsceneThe poets know what I meanI know the poets know
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