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Night Sparrow The night sparrow sings in the midst of moon and arm of black birch. He sings loud and long and again quick and alone, without fear of the night and all the uncertainties it holds. For his song is strong in its solitude.
The night sparrow sings
in the midst of moon
and arm of black birch.
He sings loud and long
and again
quick and alone,
without fear of the night
and all the uncertainties
it holds.
For his song
is strong
in its
solitude.
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