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Yellow Finch | ||
| The yellow finch with merry chirp Sings sweetly in the tree. It knows its beauty is for real, And is a spirit free. It flies away, I know not where, Perhaps a mate to court. Or maybe it will seek a worm, To wrestle with in sport. The finch can fly where'er it will, From tree, to wire, to ground. It need not fear a shot from me. To love it I am bound. | ||
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