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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Change</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Last year I heard the songs of birds,<br>And heard the trumpets of the bees.<br>I caught the winding river’s words,<br>And clutched at leaves of trees.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I heard the gales upon the height;<br>And heard each frightened windy rush,<br>I lay within the sultry night,<br>Eaves-dropping in the bush.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But now I walk within a town,<br>And hear the slyness of its feet.<br>Great cruel things stride up and down<br>Within a shady street.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I see quick things with ugly nails,<br>And hear their low half-smothered cries.<br>I hear men tell strange trembling tales<br>With big beseeching eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447182" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I do not hear the singing bough.<br>I hear soft murders in a lane,<br>I do not feel the bush-call, now<br>I feel my brother’s pain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Leon+Gellert">Leon Gellert</a></strong></div>

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