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Foxes have special ears.
They can hear,
The thin singing of the northern lights,
The soft round murmure of moss.
Foxes can hear,
The raven's bitter cries of justice,
The sweet dreams of whales beneath the ice.
Foxes can hear,
The heartbeat of an angel
Strayed by good fortune,
To the cold, beautiful, end of the world.
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