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He whose thoughts, like skylarks,
Toward the morning sky take flight
 Who hovers over life and understands with ease
The language of flowers and silent things. 
He whose thoughts, like skylarks, Toward the morning sky take flight Who hovers over life and understands with ease The language of flowers and silent things.
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