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In song:
Tuck the brown shining wood under my chin—
My bird,
My heart,
My violin!
Tuck the brown shining wood under my chin—
My bird,
My heart,
My violin!
In dream;
In prayer;
In silence, best of all,
Leaning there
On the beloved wall.
In prayer;
In silence, best of all,
Leaning there
On the beloved wall.
In silence like a cry,
Ardent and high;
A note of Abrigada's silence
Sung to a quiet sky.
Ardent and high;
A note of Abrigada's silence
Sung to a quiet sky.
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