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“Night after night on starry wings Night lovers soared so high Miles apart, across the oceans Their love forgot to sigh In heavenly flight’s timelessness That highest height treasured Into the deepest of all blues Their depth of love measured. From the poem 'The Ballad of Night Lovers”

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Book:To Evince the Blue
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Book:Darby O'Gill and the Good People
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Author:D.L. Lewis
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