The Gone Nightingale
Oh the voice of that nightingale
Which once perched on my sycamore tree,
Still resounds like a melodious scale
Long after its symphony had ceased to be.
O but a nightingale that in a twinkle of an eye
Departed thence without saying goodbye!
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