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A TRIO
I, and the Bird,
And the Wind together,
Sang a supplication
In the winter weather.
And the Wind together,
Sang a supplication
In the winter weather.
The Bird sang for sunshine,
And trees of winter fruit,
And love in the spring-time,
When the thickets shoot.
And trees of winter fruit,
And love in the spring-time,
When the thickets shoot.
And I sang for patience
When the teardrops start:
Clean hands and clear eyes,
And a faithful heart.
When the teardrops start:
Clean hands and clear eyes,
And a faithful heart.
And the Wind thereunder,
As we faintly cried,
Breathed a bass of wonder,
Blowing deep and wide.
As we faintly cried,
Breathed a bass of wonder,
Blowing deep and wide.
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