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May my heart always be open to little birds who are the secrets of livingWhatever they sing is better than to know and if men should not hear them men are oldMay my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its Sunday may I be wrong for whenever men are right they are not youngAnd may myself do nothing usefully and love yourself so more that truely there's never been quite such a fool who could fail pulling all the sky over him with one smile.e.e.c.So I'll continue to continueS+GONE WAY