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Life's Song
How High do birds fly?
Do they not know?
That the blue of the sky,
Is only a mirage,
Do they not know?
That our lives are but dreams,
That Time, drowns in the streams,
Of Past, Present, and Gone,
When the Swan's song is sung,
And our short lives are done.
poem
by
Sandra Feldman
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