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STRAY BIRDS 169 feeds itself with its own words and grows.

170 dipped the vessel of my heart into this silent hour; it has filled with love.

171 you have work or you have not. When you have to say, "Let us do something," then begins mischief.

172 sunflower blushed to own the nameless flower as her kin.

The sun rose and smiled on it, saying, "Are you well, my darling?" [51]