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| "East End Sunlight", oil, by Cooper Dragonette |
were building mansions
made of sticks and leaves,
and little rivers of happiness
were passing among them.
They were pointing toward pleasure
with their beaks,
and breaking sorrow into pieces
in the summer sky.
A single light shines
inside this universe
which knows no boundaries,
just like the joyfulness
of these birds.
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