STRAY BIRDS
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God's silence ripens man's thoughts into speech.
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Thou wilt find, Eternal Traveller, marks of thy footsteps across my songs.
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Let me not shame thee. Father, who displayest thy glory in thy children.
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Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am travelling to meet my Friend.
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