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The small brown nightingale sings
From left bough of an insignificant tree
He brings not much
Just love and a touch
Of everything that wrenches his
Heartstrings
In his world the notes are beautiful
Blissfully unaware
His heartsichord strings are all but dishevelled
So never fill the air
poem
by
Karen Sinclair
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