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WERE I A BIRD!
“Were I a bird!” thus runs her song,
When days are dark, and nights are long,
“How soon I'd fly to thee!
Though far thou fliest, though wild the way,
Nor cloud should stop, nor storm should stay
The happy wing set free!”
When days are dark, and nights are long,
“How soon I'd fly to thee!
Though far thou fliest, though wild the way,
Nor cloud should stop, nor storm should stay
The happy wing set free!”
Alas, poor bird of love! how frail
Thy loving wing to face the gale!
Woman or bird—thy fate
Is still to pine o'er hopes that fly,
A storm forever in thy sky,
And, matchless, find no mate.
Thy loving wing to face the gale!
Woman or bird—thy fate
Is still to pine o'er hopes that fly,
A storm forever in thy sky,
And, matchless, find no mate.
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