A bird is singing songs of love and bliss,
But hailstones fly, and she alarms in this.
An awful cry is thrust about her then;
That bird may never sing her songs again.
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A bird is singing songs of love and bliss,
But hailstones fly, and she alarms in this.
An awful cry is thrust about her then;
That bird may never sing her songs again.