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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge - Gibberish
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    Many a flower have I seen blossom,
    Many a bird for me will sing.
    Never heard I so sweet a singer,
    Never saw I so fair a thing.

    She is a bird, a bird that blossoms,
    She is a flower, a flower that sings;
    And I a flower when I behold her,
    And when I hear her, I have wings.
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