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Were you ever out in the Great Alone, when the moon was awful clear,
And the icy mountains hemmed you in with a silence you most could hear ...
While high overhead, green, yellow, and red, the North Lights swept in bars?
Then you’ve a hunch what the music meant… hunger and might and the stars.
- Robert Service, from "The Shooting of Dan McGrew"
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