the blackbird sings to me
his native thought
in that mother tongue
I knew
before I had voice to speak
in riddles
to the London trees
dwarfed between tall towers
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the blackbird sings to me
his native thought
in that mother tongue
I knew
before I had voice to speak
in riddles
to the London trees
dwarfed between tall towers
