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STRAY BIRDS 70 is the fountain that throws up these flowers in a ceaseless outbreak of ecstasy?

71 woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree.

The tree gave it.

72 my solitude of heart I feel the sigh of this widowed evening veiled  with mist and rain.

73 is a wealth that comes from abundance of love. [24]