We, wings of air, in drifting congress met Do pledge our flight to blooms both wild and wide Through fields where sun and shadow softly fret Our right to sip and sow shall not subside No law shall net us, nor shall fences bind Nor poison cloud the paths by instinct drawn The right to wander, waltz, and feed our kind Is written in the contract of the dawn Let colors blend, let every petal speak Let every breeze bear witness to our claim We are the tender tongues of flowered peak The kiss that turns the meadow into flame So signed by dust of gold and scale of hue This Constitution flutters into view.
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