STRAY BIRDS
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Shadow, with her veil drawn, follows Light in secret meekness, with her silent steps of love.
48
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
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I thank thee that I am none of the wheels of power but I am one with the living creatures that are crushed by it.
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The mind, sharp but not broad, sticks at every point but does not move.
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