STRAY BIRDS
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Power takes as ingratitude the writhlings of its victims.
159
When we rejoice m our fulness, then we can part with our fruits with joy.
160
The raindrops kissed the earth and whispered,—"We are thy homesick children, mother, come back to thee From the heaven."
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The cobweb pretends to catch dew-drops and catches flies.
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