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|Collection||Words of the Poets|
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Let us fly together, dear red bird,
set aside the idle talk of stern elders,
as you set aside the ground below!
Grains of sand trickle through the glass:
but when together we fly,
night is one long everlasting journey.
Alight upon my shoulder, my neck, my cheek,
let your sweet beak leave a hundred,
nay a thousand kisses upon me.
Let us confuse them,
so that no enemy may cast an evil eye,
when it comes to be known the many kisses.