One early morning on the
terrace I stood,
My looks got caught at the
sight that stood;
A little birdie in black
and blue,
Its beauty tranced me
through and through.
Soft and tender bathed in
dews,
The rising sun gave it the
hues;
It hopped about in earnest
haste,
And chirped sweetly with
its fellow mates!
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