The Robin
At the
foot
of
the
cross
a
bird
came
to
sing
For his friend some comfort for to bring
A tiny droplet fell and splashed his chest
soft
words
from
tired
lips
Fly
high
fly
free
sing
to
the
child
as
you
sang
to
me
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