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Evening, and all the birds
   In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
   For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
   The few first stars are white,β€”
Oh let me like the birds
   Sing before night.
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     Alyssa Underwood, Timothy and ---
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