The fish in the water is silent, the animal on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing, But Man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

The world rushes on over the strings of the lingering heart making the music of sadness...

In the dusk of the evening the bird of some early dawn comes to the nest of my silence.

Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks... in the sky. I hear the voice of their wings...

Set bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in the sky.

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