I can't stop watching this video, and crying every time. (Especially at the end.)

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Suddenly, all the rain is for you
 and there are compasses
    in the gutters,
gleaming as they point
   an inexorable north.  
Suddenly, the wind reminds me
 in no uncertain terms
   that the flow of history stops
on street corners
   in bar room mirrors,
 thick as honey and slow
with mercy
    it is written: you may lift up
 the edges of the minutes
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