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As the light increased the birds sang more and more; they grew thicker and thicker in the air above my head, till there were thousands of them singing there, and then millions, and at last I could see nothing but a host of flickering wings with the sunlight on them, and little gaps of sky. AS THE LIGHT INCREASED THE BIRDS SANG MORE AND MORE THEY GREW THICKER AND THICKER IN THE AIR ABOVE MY HEAD TILL THERE WERE THOUSANDS OF THEM SINGING THERE AND THEN MILLIONS AND AT LAST I COULD SEE NOTHING BUT A HOST OF FLICKERING WINGS WITH THE SUNLIGHT ON THEM AND LITTLE GAPS OF SKY
oss. At last the may appeared and the convolvulus. Finally, the wild rose stood up over mounds that had been wharves and warehouses. Then I knew that the cause of Nature had triumphed, and London had passed away. The last man in London came to the wall by the river, in an ancient cloak that was one of those that once my friends had worn, and peered over the edge to see that I still was there. Then he went, and I never saw men again: they had passed away with London. A few days after the last man had gone the birds came into London, all the birds that sing. When they first saws me they all looked sideways at me, then they went away a little and spoke among themselves. "He only sinned against Man," they said; "it is not our quarrel." "Let us be kind to him," they said. Then they hopped nearer me and began to sing. It was the time of the rising of the dawn, and from both banks of the river, and from the sky, and from the thickets that were once the streets, hundreds of birds were singing. RIAL AMONG THE WEEDS AND MOSS AT LAST THE MAY APPEARED AND THE CONVAL VIEWLESS FINALLY THE WILD ROSE STOOD UP OVER THE MOUNDS THAT HAD BEEN WHARVES AND WAREHOUSES THEN I KNEW THAT THE CAUSE OF NATURE HAD TRIUMPHED AND LONDON HAD PASSED AWAY THE LAST MAN IN LONDON CAME TO THE WALL BY THE RIVER IN AN ANCIENT CLOAK THAT WAS ONE OF THOSE THAT ONCE MY FRIENDS HAD WORN AND PEERED OVER THE EDGE TO SEE THAT I WAS STILL THERE THEN HE WENT AND I NEVER SAW MEN AGAIN THEY HAD PASSED AWAY WITH LONDON A FEW DAYS AFTER THE LAST MAN HAD GONE THE BIRDS CAME INTO LONDON ALL THE BIRDS THAT SING WHEN THEY FIRST SAW ME THEY ALL LOOKED SIDEWAYS AT ME THEN THEY WENT AWAY A LITTLE AND SPOKE AMONG THEMSELVES HE ONLY SINNED AGAINST MAN THEY SAID IT IS NOT OUR QUARREL LET US BE KIND TO HIM THEY SAID THEN THEY HOPPED NEARER ME AND BEGAN TO SING IT WAS THE TIME OF THE RISING OF THE DAWN AND FROM BOTH BANKS OF THE RIVER AND FROM THE SKY AND FROM THE THICKETS THAT WERE ONCE THE STREETS HUNDREDS OF BIRDS WERE SINGING
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