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The winds were speaking highly
Of the adventures of the previous day
The birds were telling me the story
Of a fainting robin that passed their way,

And silently, I heard them all
Boasting about this mortal life
Or what concerned our mutual mind,

Their opinions I came to respect
And held their venerable thoughts in my intellect
To think that even in their small minds
Existed thoughts and feelings of this fragile life,