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Where were your songs, my bird, when you spent your nights in the nest?
Was not all your pleasure stored therein?
What makes you lose your heart to the sky-the sky that is boundless?
Answer
While I rested within bounds I was content. But when I soared into vastness
I found I could sing.
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