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A startling sound breaks in
amidst the dark of night.
Fear grips my heart
and sends it wildly beating.
With trembling voice I speak.
Oh, heart, why pound you on?
He is OK. It was in time.
The night seems darker yet.
As I await the morning's light
I cling to whispered words
From far across the continent.
He is OK. It was in time.
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