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hawkasss: Come seek us where our voices sound, We cannot sing above the ground, And while you’re searching ponder this; We’ve taken what you’ll sorely miss, An hour long you’ll have to look, And to recover what we took, But past an hour, the prospect’s black, Too late it’s gone, it won’t come back. -- source link