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, baby-bird, Ne'er a song on earth May be heard, may be heard, Rich as yours in mirth.

All your flickering fingers, All your twinkling toes, Play like light that lingers Till the clear song close.

Baby-bird, baby-bird, Your grave majestic eyes Like a bird's warbled words Speak, and sorrow dies.