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A CHILD by RICHARD WATSON GILDER

First Line: HER VOICE WAS LIKE THE SONG OF BIRDS
Last Line: THE COLOR FROM THE DAY.

HER voice was like the song of birds;
Her eyes were like the stars;
Her little waving hands were like
Birds' wings that beat the bars.

And when those waving hands were still, --
Her soul had fled away, --
The music faded from the air,
The color from the day.



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