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STRAY BIRDS 282 die again and again to know that life is inexhaustible.

283 I was passing with the crowd in the road I saw thy smile from the balcony and I sang and forgot all noise.

284 is life in its fulness like the cup with its wine.

285 light their own lamps and sing their own words in their temples.

But the birds sing thy name in thine own morning light,—for thy name is joy. [80]