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|Dorothy's a gift to all who know her.
Open her, and you will find a song.
Reason, guilt, or love brings us to duty,
Of which only the last brings us to beauty,
The real beneath the real for which we long.
How difficult to be so sane and strong!
Yet Dorothy knows well the winds that move her.