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Rudyard Kipling - The Miracle of Purun Bhagat
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The night we felt the earth would move
          We stole and plucked him by the hand,
        Because we loved him with the love
          That knows but cannot understand.

        And when the roaring hillside broke,
          And all our world fell down in rain,
        We saved him, we the Little Folk;
          But lo! he does not come again!

       Mourn now, we saved him for the sake
         Of such poor love as wild ones may.
       Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake,
         And his own kind drive us away!
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