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GOLDEN-MOUTH
And are these wings, my spirit feels?
And are wings growing at my heels?
Something touches me! something gleams!
The air is quick with resurgent dreams!
For, “Love! Love and Life! Oh, back to you!
Trouble’s a lie, but ye are true!”—
Now, praise and thanks to my brother the bird—
This was he singing; this I heard!
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