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Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop
From low hung branches; little space they stop;
But sip, and twitter, and their feathers sleek;
Then off at once, as in a wanton freak:
Or perhaps, to show their black, and golden wings
Pausing upon their yellow flutterings.
--
"I Stood Tiptoe", l. 87.

 

John Keats

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Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers.

 

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