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STRAY BIRDS 9 we dreamt that we were strangers.

We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.

10 is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

11 unseen fingers, like idle breeze, are playing upon my heart the music of the ripples.

12 " language is thine, O sea?"

"The language of eternal question."

"What language is thy answer, O sky?"

"The language of eternal silence." [9]