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The Man Has Spread His Silver Wings

The man has spread his silver wings,
Is six miles nearer heaven,
Has tumbled the tumbleweed of cloud,
Conquers where no bird has striven;
His wings wink joy before his breeze,
His pockets billow and let loose the sky,
Two streaming trails, the fountains of his play,
Lie smoking on, though he has catapulted by.

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