When we begin like this on the evening,
It is because we know no better; but these words
Are ours, and they are married, and speak within
The embers of a stoked fire;
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Blue square from a bridsmaid's underskirt;
Two bricks from the left wall of a granite church,
Predominantly grey, shot through with silver;
A third of a cloud with one bird stalled in it;
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'Hello! Brother we met after a long time.
Isn't it? ' Peacock greeted.
Then the crow said; 'Certainly, do you remember when we met last time at one eyed scavenger's funeral.'
'Oh! You have a good memory,
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