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A BIRD bills the selfsame song, / With never a fault in its flow, / That we listened to here those long / Long years ago.
A pleasing marvel is how / A strain of such rapturous rote / Should have gone on thus till now / Unchanged in a note!
-But it's not the selfsame bird. - / No: perished to dust is he... / As also are those who heard / That song with me.