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There Hides a Bird

She is beautiful beyond words

and sings a great song of joy.

Without waiting, sizzling light moves.

It becomes clear. She opens a door

and steps back with a cry of delight.

The moon comes out and rides

from cloud to cloud, triumphant.

As she steps back, she places

her hand to her breast where

there hides a bird.

That bird is the storehouse of her strength.

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