STRAY BIRDS
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Thought feeds itself with its own words and grows.
170
I have dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.
171
Either you have work or you have not. When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.
172
The sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.
The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?"
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