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     Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
     And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall
there with a sign.

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O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.

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     The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
     It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

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     It is the tears of the earth that keep here smiles in bloom.

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      The mighty desert is burning for the love of  a bladeof grass who
  shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

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     If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

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     The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing
  water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?

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     Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

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     Once we dreamt that we were strangers.
     We wake up to find that we  were dear to each other.

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     Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among
  the silent trees.

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     Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing upon my heart
the music of the ripples.

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What language is thine, O sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, O sky?
The language of eternal silence.

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     Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes
  love to you.

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     The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night--it is great.
Delusions of knowledge are like the fog of the morning.

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     Do not seat your love upon a precipice because it is high.

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     I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops
  for a moment, nods to me and goes.

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     There little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; they have their
  whisper of joy in my mind.

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     What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.

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     My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
     Let me but listen.

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     I cannot choose the best.
     The best chooses me.

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     They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on
  their back.

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     That I exist is  a perpetual surprise which is life.

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We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
  but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.

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     Rest belongs to the work as the eyelids to the eyes.

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     Man is a born child, his power is the power of growth.

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     God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
  the earth.

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     The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves
  happily knows not that man can lie.

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     O Beauty, find thyself in love, not in the flattery of thy mirror.

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     My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon
  it her signature in tears with the words, "I love thee."

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      Moon, for what do you wait?
     To salute the sun for whom I must make way.

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     The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.

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     His own mornings are new surprises to God.

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     Life finds its wealth by the claims of the world, and its worth
  by the claims of love.

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     The dry river-bed finds no thanks for its past.

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     The bird wishes it were a cloud.
     The cloud wishes it were a bird.

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     The waterfall sing, "I find my song, when I find my freedom."

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     I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence.
     It is for small needs it never asks, or knows or remembers.

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     The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy,
  the bird in the air is singing.
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  the music of the air.

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  the living creatures that are crushed by it.

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