EACH day Work bids my heart anew, Fold wings and watch my brain at play; But brain and heart will fly your way, And find their natural home in you! Come to me--`tis the only way! For heart and brain have had to learn Such carrier-pigeon feats of flight, That were you here, my heart`s delight, My brain and heart to Work would turn, Spread wings, and flutter from your sight.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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