Now, more near ourselves than we
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Is a bird singing in a tree
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Who never sings the same thing twice
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And still that singing’s all the way his.
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Eyes can feel, ears may see, there’s never lived a guerre hive
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If earth and sky should break in two, he’d make them one, he sung so true.
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Whom sings for us, for you, for me,
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For each leaf, new or then, come here.
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And for his own, his mouth, his teeth,
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He sings to everywhere he’s here.
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Now, more near ourselves than we
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Is a bird singing in a tree.
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Who never sings the same way twice
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And still that singing’s all the way his.
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Now (more near ourselves than we)
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| Tin Hat |
