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The thrushes' nest has fallen

From the ivy on the wall:

The dear blue eggs are broken,

All broken by the fall.

But we heard a song at sundown

That said: O tears are vain!—

And babe and I ceased grieving:

We think they will build again.

 

 

 

 

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