There are two birds at my window One of wood one of stone green stone of the rocks by the river shone to shine with its depths hard wood that grows in the mountain earth scented with wind and dust and rain the birds at my window sing day and night
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There are two birds at my window One of wood one of stone green stone of the rocks by the river shone to shine with its depths hard wood that grows in the mountain earth scented with wind and dust and rain the birds at my window sing day and night
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