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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- पिक ऑफ द लाईन ऑफ फिंगर ऑफ स्पीच
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