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The world is too beautiful
To think of loneliness
When the sun shines high
Embracing all of Earth
And the flowers profess scarlet adoration
And the birds beg for scraps
To feed hungry mouths and line their nests
When even the wind is like a child
Musing your hair and racing away
Singing come follow —
There is love beyond the horizon

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Wood Thrush

The voices that fade away
And the smiles that turn into looks of derision
For affection to be met by anger
And goodwill viewed with suspicion
When I am tired of humanity
When I am tired of being human
I listen to the wood thrush’s song
Who sings so beautifully, even alone