STRAY BIRDS
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The burning log bursts in flame and cries,—"This is my flower, my death.
201
The wasp thinks that the honey-hive of the neighbouring bees is too small.
His neighbours ask him to build one still smaller.
202
"I cannot keep your waves," says the bank to the river.
"Let me keep your footprints in my heart."
203
The day, with the noise of this little earth, drowns the silence of all worlds.
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