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Little Bird Hope is the thing with feathers That sings the song with no words and doesn't stop at all And sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the storm that could abash this little bird that kept so many warm I've heard it in the fairest land and on the strangest sea But never in extremity has it asked a crumb of me

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