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STRAY BIRDS 177 smile was the flowers of your own fields, your talk was the rustle of your own mountain pines, but your heart was the woman that we all know. 178 is the little things that I leave behind for my loved ones,—great things are for everyone. 179 Woman, thou hast encircled the world's heart with the depth of thy tears as the sea has the earth. [53]