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3 . One day she soared,and soaring sang
A song that sounded far and wide; But as she reached the last long note,
This little songstress drooped and died. They mourn her loss,these little birds,
As to their work they saddened fly,-But this they know,tho'she is dead,
The songs she sang will never die. |
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