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The Song of a Mocking Bird

I saw a mocking bird upon tree,
alone, chirping a tune
the skill of imitation bore he
as it sang amidst the gloom.

Children played among the fields,
adults conversed freely,
but of the bird in the broken still
faces thought him silly.

O beautiful composer of the skies
your deep music is superb,
But can never be fully realized
the song of a mocking bird.
Written by Kamusta
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