HOW LIKE ARIEL
The bird sings below the swift-moving sky,
an early morning presence running by;
presaging something yet to come, and
its rain and wind and sun. Perhaps
the bird already knows all these things,
who sings - oblivious to a fault and
rich and happy just to be.
The bird sings below the swift-moving sky,
an early morning presence running by;
presaging something yet to come, and
its rain and wind and sun. Perhaps
the bird already knows all these things,
who sings - oblivious to a fault and
rich and happy just to be.
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