The Blackbird

I STAND in a sunny garden;
A blackbird sings overhead:
" I'm alive ... I've a love ... the sun's shining
And where's the man would be dead? "

" Blackbird, make an ending of fluting
That song down your orange beak:
I'm alive ... I've a love ... the sun's shining,
And — I am the man you seek. "
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