Some things are born
Without a cry or even a whimper:
Love, in the lover's heart
Fear, in the mother's breast
Courage, in the lion tamers cage
Some things have no sound
No language, no translation
Though larger than all creation
The strongest forces
Holding the world together
Have no substance and no weight,
No source or obvious supply-
And once gone, they leave no trace.
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