A small bird sang its lovely carefree song
at the red breaking of a summer day
and the happy tune just went on and on
with the wind at times sweeping it away
and as that early morning was aglow
the notes did at times soar and again fell
as the wind did lapse or stronger blow
while I was caught in that little bird's spell
that rang lovely, sweeter than any bell.
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