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Her time of youth was a time of pain
And yet she showed us once again
There's a time to sing at the sun
Like nothing's ever begun
Nothing like the dolphin fun.
We might hear her on the sea
When there is a splash of white.
We might see her or maybe not.
But we the deafies
Will never forget
The blinding nakedness
Of the motion and the emotion
Of the life deep inside.
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