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"Hope" is the thing with feathers

A| Hope is the thing with feathers
B| That perches in the soul,
A| And sings the tune--without the words,
B| And never stops at all,


C| And sweetest in the gale is heard;
D| And sore must be the storm
C| That could abash the little bird
D| That kept so many warm.


    I've heard it in the chillest land,
E| And on the strangest sea;
E| Yet, never, in extremity,
E| It asked a crumb of me.


~ Emily Dickinson

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The Eagle

A| He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
A| Close to the sun in lonely lands,
A| Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.


B| The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
B| He watches from his mountain walls,
B| And like a thunderbolt he falls.


~Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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