STRAY BIRDS
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Smoke boasts to the sky, and Ashes to the earth, that they are brothers to the fire.
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The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever."
The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.
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Timid thoughts, do not be afraid of me.
I am a poet.
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