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Dazzling days follow each other,
In tedious procession,
Like a string of hard, glittering beads,
Until the tense blue of the sky
Is suddenly checkered
With millions of little clouds,
Millions of tiny birds with snowy wings:
But the wings flutter restlessly,
And the birds disappear,
Leaving the listless sky
As bare and blank
As a deserted nest.
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