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I send you the feather in my cap, Feather of flight On a furled leaf Opening into a flowering heart. I should have sent you My morning voice, A single word, But I have lost the word. Let the feather Speak of birdsong, Songs I cannot sing. Wear the feather As a flower wears Festivals of spring.

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