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Only a single bird
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But I should have known and perhaps
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We must ask grace from ourselves.
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Loss? You can be certain of it.
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It is good to live
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The wind’s hand
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There’s a music under all music,
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They arch over us, glistening and bucking,
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Every day you move farther outside
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The sky puts on the darkening blue coat
