Before the humming of the birds And fiddles of the woods There was only the caw With thunder as my timpani In words I spoke Now in shadow of the yew Of winter sheen on soft moss I hear a chorus of Aesop Confessing my love As timpani goes quite With symphony of ivory keys
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