
Hope is the thing with feathers Otto Luening
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That 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
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
That 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
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
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