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MIMRO QUIMINTA (SONG OF THE FAIREST BIRD.)
Song of the fairest bird:
Tunes of unhappiness
On where to drop its chest,
Comprised of various sorts.
The boisterous storm it drops,
Hurriedly gone away,
That “men look out on men
For what should be their faults.”
Clear minds do not bank faults,
Sane minds don't hunt for faults.
It's sad men's diaries
That keep the free men's faults.
Strength of the Wind descend,
Blowing across my being,
Brand till each muscle mine,
Can bear no human fault.
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MIMRO QUIMINTA (SONG OF THE FAIREST BIRD.)
MIMRO QUIMINTA (SONG OF THE FAIREST BIRD.)
