STRAY BIRDS
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The dust of the dead words clings to thee.
Wash thy soul with silence.
148
Gaps are left in life through which comes the sad music of death.
149
The world has opened its heart of light in the morning.
Come out, my heart, with thy love to meet it.
150
My thoughts shimmer with these shimmering leaves and my heart sings with the touch of this sunlight; my
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