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The blackbird
 (Sung text for setting by H. Parker)
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Language: English 
The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
   The lark's is a clarion call,
And the blackbird plays but a boxwood flute,
   But I love him best of all.

For his song is all of the joy of life,
   And we in the glad, spring weather,
We two have listened till he sung
   Our hearts and lips together.

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