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Sep. 29th, 2009 07:56 pmThat perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —
And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —"
Emily Dickinson.
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