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The blackbird trills with merry voice At the onset of the night Its melody piercing hazy murk Singing with glorious might. How impressive for one so small To out-sing the robin and the lark To call upon those thermal tides Coursing cross lane and hedge and park. Oh sweet, enchanting warbler Let your tune pierce every heart Your voice is the last, we hear at night And first....at the fresh day's start.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The Blackbird
The blackbird trills with merry voice At the onset of the night Its melody piercing hazy murk Singing with glorious might. How impressive for one so small To out-sing the robin and the lark To call upon those thermal tides Coursing cross lane and hedge and park. Oh sweet, enchanting warbler Let your tune pierce every heart Your voice is the last, we hear at night And first....at the fresh day's start.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
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