STRAY BIRDS
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Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.
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Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.
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Some unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.
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"What language is thine, O sea?"
"The language of eternal question."
"What language is thy answer, O sky?"
"The language of eternal silence."
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