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VESPERS
O blackbird, what a boy you are!How you do go it!
Blowing your bugle to that one sweet star—
How you do blow it!
And does she hear you, blackbird boy, so far?
Or is it wasted breath?
“Good Lord! she is so bright
To-night!”
The blackbird saith.
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