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 The nightingale has a lyre of gold,
 The lark's is a clarion call,
  And the blackbird plays read more 
 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 the joy of life,
     And we in the mad spring weather,
      We two have listened till he sang
       Our hearts and lips together. 
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
Birdes of a feather will flocke togither.
 Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
 Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
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 Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these?
 Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught
  The dialect they speak, where melodies
   Alone are the interpreters of thought?
    Whose household words are songs in many keys,
     Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!
   - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 
Birds of a feather will gather together.
Birds of a feather will gather together.
Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.
Better one byrde in hand than ten in the wood.
 A rare bird upon the earth, and exceedingly like a black swan.
 [Lat., Rara avis in terris, nigroque simillima read more 
 A rare bird upon the earth, and exceedingly like a black swan.
 [Lat., Rara avis in terris, nigroque simillima cygno.] 
 Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
 I got to love one man till I die,
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 Fish got to swim and birds got to fly
 I got to love one man till I die,
  Can't help lovin' dat man of mine. 
 Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now 
comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and read more 
 Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now 
comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early 
mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with 
the beauty of bird song.