STRAY BIRDS
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They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
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That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.
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"We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms, but who are you so silent?"
"I am a mere flower."
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Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.
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Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.
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