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STRAY BIRDS 5 The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

6 you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

7 sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

8 wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. [8]