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A viloet by a mossy stone,
Hath hidden from the eye,
There the star,
When
only one,
Is shinning in the sky.
I wake up in the morning early,
And always the
very first thing,
I poke out my head,and I sit up in bed,
And I sing and I sing ,and I sing.
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la
I wake up in the morning early,
And always the very first thing,
I poke out my head,and I sit up in bed,
And
I sing and I sing,and I sing.
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la
THE ARROW AND THE SONG
I shot an arrow into
the air,
It fell to earth,I knew not where;
For,so swiftly it flew the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth,I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That
it can follow the flight of song?
Long,long,afterward,in an oak
I found the arrow still unbroke;
And the song,from
beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW(1807-1882)
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