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Bird in the bush

There, on a liberal bough, beyond me, beyond my bruising grasp, the song in safety warbles, and I may hear it reach me in amplitude, and I by chance may see the singer, an accident of light, none of my doing but of my holding back from doing. And so perceiving.

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