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653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon— It soars—and shifts—and whirls— And measures with the Clouds In easy—even—dazzling pace— No different the Birds— Except a Wake of Music Accompany their feet— As did the Down emit a Tune— For Ecstasy—of it
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