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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,—
Oh let me like the birds
   Sing before night.
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     Alyssa Underwood, Timothy and ---
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