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Flute's Life
Breath born, breath fed,
At each blow, awakes dead me
In the hollow willow,
With a strong passion's force
To flute out a bird throated
Landscape, aware
The power which takes in and out the air,
With no conscious effort of mine,
Has metamorphosed into me,
Till the tune of my life lasts.
poem
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Yoonoos Peerbocus
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