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The birds are flying so high in the sky
The lake is lying still until the farthest, farthest breadth I can not reach
The sky, sky is blue and bright sheltering the lake
Trees behind houses and houses behind tress
In such a cold winter afternoon sunlight
The world is between you and me, so serene and immense
