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STRAY BIRDS 62 Perfect decks itself in beauty for the love of the Imperfect.

63 says to man, "I heal you therefore I hurt, love you therefore punish." 64 the flame for its light, but do not forget the lampholder standing in the shade with constancy of patience.

65 grass, your steps are small, but you possess the earth under your tread. [22]