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oriole sang in the apple-tree;

The sick girl lay on her bed, and heard

The tremulous note of the glad wild bird;

And, "Ah!" she sighed, "to share with thee

Life's rapture exquisite and strong:

Its hope, its eager energy,

Its fragrance and its song!"

The oriole swayed in the apple-tree,

And he sang: "I will build, with my love, a nest,

Fine as e'er welcomed a birdling guest:

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