Lost Its Way The Lark
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Emmanuel George Cefai
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Lost!
Lost its way the lark
Still in dusk flying
By the black bats surrounded
To home it looks before the night
To feed its small ones sighing
Till the heavens pitying
A kind Bird to the lark they sent
That brought it to its land.
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