iHow Happy Are the Little Birds How happy are the little birds That fly about together, And warble on a single bough Or nestle in cold weather! Not so, alas, with you and me. Girl who should...
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Who can forget his voice, his glance, his smile? Fresh from the heart they sprang, as warm and free As if some sunbeam, prisoned there awhile, Had broken loose from its captivity. We shall not...
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