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My wishes are fools, they shout across thy song, my Master.
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I cannot choose the best.
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We, the rustling leaves, have a voice that answers the storms,
but who are you so silent?"
I am a mere flower.
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God expects answers for the flowers he sends us, not for the sun
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The light that plays, like a naked child, among the green leaves
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My heart beats her waves at the shore of the world and writes upon
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Moon, for what do you wait?
To salute the sun for whom I must make way.
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The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth.
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His own mornings are new surprises to God.
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