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So what, said the moon to the restless tide,
I rise, I fall, but still I bide.
So what, said the flame to the midnight air,
I burn, I fade, yet I’m still there.

So what, said the soul to the ticking clock,
I’m more than time, more than the shock.
So what, said you—and maybe that’s the key,
To question it all, and set thought free.