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THE RAINS BEGIN,
AS THEY DO..
FROM MIST TO STEADY POURS.
AGAINST THE TREE,
PERCHED ON THE BRANCH..
THE RED BIRD SINGS ITS SONG,
NO OTHERS SING ALONG.
DOES THE RED BIRD SING FOR OTHERS,
WAITING FOR REPLY..
DOES THE RED BIRD SING FOR US,
TO BRIGHTEN UP OUR DAY.
OR DOES THE RED BIRD SING FOR SELF,
TO PASS THE TIME AWAY.
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RED BIRD IN THE RAIN
RED BIRD IN THE RAIN
