STRAY BIRDS
312
That love can ever lose is a fact that we cannot accept as truth.
313
We shall know some day that death can never rob us of that which our soul has gained, for her gains are one
314
God comes to me in the dusk of my evening with the flowers from my past kept fresh in his basket.
315
When all the strings of my life will be tuned, my Master, then at every touch of thine will come out the music of love.
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