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I saw the tracks of angels in the earth,

The beauty of heaven walking by itself on the world

Joke or sorrow now,

It seems a dream, shadow or smoke

I saw a kind of rain that made the sun ashamed

And heard her, speaking sad words,

Make mountains shift, the rivers stop.

Love, wisdom, valor, pity, pain

Made better harmony with weeping

Than any other to be heard in the world

And the air and the wind were so moved by this deep music

No single leaf stirred on its still branch.