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God speaks:
“This freckled breasted one
Will live in the woods, and whenever he is
Touched by sun sprinkles on the forest floor
He will stop to sing, for he will recognize
Me in the loveliness that is a sun touch.
His song will be flute like and a little
Melancholy, for he flies in the shadowlands
Where light only happens as a gift of the
Wind's stirring.
"And I shall send him another
Who flies within the full flood of my sunlight
To come sometimes into the forest, not to sing
But to call softly in the early morning that
The sun is rising --
And to come when some storm
Darkens the sky making daylight night
To coo
Comfortingly that the daystar is only hiding.
‘Cucuaroo, cucuaroo, coming soon, coming soon.’
"And then I shall touch his broken heart with
My bright fingers of love, and he will sing:
‘Melody, melody.
So may it be. Oh, so may it be.'
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