I have a Bird in spingWhich for myself doth sing--
~Emily Dickinson
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- The tulips are too excitable . . . ~Sylvia Plath
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- Are they shadows that we see? ~Samuel Daniel
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- no winterlast forever . . .~Hal Borland
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- hope springs eternal . . . ~Alexander Pope
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