A lovely poem by Sara Teasdale:
Dusk in June
Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.
The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white, --
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.
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6.03.2010
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