The Bird
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The cheerful bird
Which had lived so long
In my joyous soul looked
Sad and gloomy in that cloudy morning.
Tears came in my grievous eyes,
As I observed it minutely,
I saw the wretched bird had lost
Its powerful and spirited wings.
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