THE sky of brightest gray seems dark To one whose sky was ever white. To one who never knew a spark, Thro` all his life, of love or light, The grayest cloud seems over-bright. The robin sounds a beggar`s note Where one the nightingale has heard, But he for whom no silver throat Its liquid music ever stirred, Deems robin still the sweetest bird.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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