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Hope is the things with feathers that lifts the soul and sing the tune without the words and never stop at all. And sweetest in gale is heard and sore like the storm that could abash a little bird that keep so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea yet never in extremity it asked crumb from me.

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