Wrens and sparrows peck the grass
The light is impeccable
The emptier the day
The happier I am
Who knows more
The ghosts or the sage?
The ghosts know more
Than the sage they inhabit
But for themselves
Ghosts have nothing to say
What the sage says goes
For the ghosts on their way
Even wrens and sparrows can
Predict this sunset from the trees
The ghosts fly up from the sage
Who has given the ghosts away
The emptier I am
The happier the day
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