Birds, birds in dreamy, dreamy eyes
Wait for me till I descend the stairs
That be many: One after on, up, down
The same I plod
Wait for me.
Birds, bird in dreamy, dreamy eyes
And open-mouthed birds that yet not
Sing
But suffer silent thirst infernal red:
Birds, birds in dreamy, dreamy eyes.
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