Preparation
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Paul Laurence Dunbar
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THE little bird sits in the nest and sings
A shy, soft song to the morning light;
And it flutters a little and prunes its wings.
The song is halting and poor and brief,
And the fluttering wings scarce stir a leaf;
But the note is a prelude to sweeter things,
And the busy bill and the flutter slight
Are proving the wings for a bolder flight!
Kamu malı: şairin ölümünün üzerinden 70 yıldan fazla geçti.
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