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Birds at your window Are irresistibly fair Tempest in my hair **** Gusto in the dust Blue windows open and shut Birds come out in lust **** Two blooms hold a bird A starry moment of trance My doors are in dance **** Birds keep pecking on Purple stress of restlessness Till the verse is born _______________________

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