STRAY BIRDS
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This life is the crossing of a sea, where we meet in the same narrow ship.
In death we reach the shore and go to our different worlds.
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The stream of truth flows through its channels of mistakes.
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My heart is homesick to-day for the one sweet hour across the sea of time.
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The bird-song is the echo of the morning light back from the earth.
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