STRAY BIRDS
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The real with its meaning read wrong and emphasis misplaced is the unreal.
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Find your beauty, my heart, from the world's movement, like the boat that has the grace of the wind and the water.
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The eyes are not proud of their sight but of their eyeglasses.
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I live in this little world of mine and am afraid to make it the least less. Lift me into thy world and let me have the freedom gladly to lose my all.
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