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Mary Elizabeth Coleridge - L`oiseau bleu
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The lake lay blue below the hill.
O`er it, as I looked, there flew
Across the waters, cold and still,
A bird whose wings were palest blue.

The sky above was blue at last,
The sky beneath me blue in blue.
A moment, ere the bird had passed,
It caught his image as he flew.
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