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STRAY BIRDS 250 not the sword-blade mock its handle for being blunt.

251 night's silence, like a deep lamp, is burning with the light of its milky-way.

252 the sunny island of Life swells day and night death's limitless song of the sea.

253 not this mountain like a flower, with its petals of hills, drinking the sunlight? [72]