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STRAY BIRDS 270 night's flower was late when the morning kissed her, she shivered and sighed and dropped to the ground.

271 the sadness of all things I hear the crooning of the Eternal Mother.

272 to your shore as a stranger, I lived in your house as a guest, I leave your door as a friend, my earth.

273 my thoughts come to you, when I am gone, like the afterglow of sunset at the margin of starry silence. [77]