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From out my sorrow comes forth song,
The tiny songs I utter;
They spread their wings and flutter
To the heart I have trusted long.
They found their way in a minute;
But soon they return complaining,
Complaining but not explaining
What things they had seen within it.
The tiny songs I utter;
They spread their wings and flutter
To the heart I have trusted long.
They found their way in a minute;
But soon they return complaining,
Complaining but not explaining
What things they had seen within it.
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