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Birds take off overhead,
Sun cries tears.
The fountain of melodies streams,
In the green bird's mouth.
The scent of the backwoods, the shadow of mists,
In the realm of dreams some place.
To the timeless writer,
On the way of night light.
Among questions and replies,
Longing for the moon's light.
Regard and love in the heart,
Secret inside the sonnet's middle.
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