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Look eastward, heart of sorrow. See that the darkness cannot hold back that brave phalanx of the light that brandishes bright spears of gold. See how the fearsome foe of winter
She was the most beautiful girl bird he had ever seen, with bright blue and yellow feathers and a perfectly proportioned little beak, perched upon the branch of a sycamore
Oh, thank Nature, we grow older and too tired to run and play; tired enough to sit and contemplate a splendid August day. Little kids are far too busy flying to watch a bird in flight
The Summer sets as does the sun; sky turns to crimson; leaves to gold but time, round in a circle, runs; all will be young that now grows old. Fear not the darkness or the cold;