335 `Tis not that Dying hurts us so — `Tis Living — hurts us more — But Dying — is a different way — A Kind behind the Door — The Southern Custom — of the Bird — That ere the Frosts are due — Accepts a better Latitude — We — are the Birds — that stay. The Shrivers round Farmers` doors — For whose reluctant Crumb — We stipulate — till pitying Snows Persuade our Feathers Home.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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