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“May we live 2 C the Dawn.”

The Thorn Birds

There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life,
more sweetly than any other creature
on the face of the earth.
From the moment it leaves the nest
it searches for a thorn tree,
and does not rest until it has found one.
Then, singing among the savage branches,
it impales itself
upon the longest, sharpest spine.
And, dying, it rises above its own agony
to out carol the lark and the nightingale.
One superlative song, existence the price.
But the whole world stills to listen,
and the gods in their heaven smile.
For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain…
Or so says the legend…