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Once I heard, the whistle of a bird
as I wandered deep in the wood.
Softly I stepped, so not to upset
and cause flight from whence she stood.
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Long did I search, for the bird and her perch
haunted by specters of silvery sound.
Never did my gaze, in that forested maze
find what I fervently wish to be found.
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Long did I grin, because I knew deep within
concealed was she amongst the trees.
So silently I stood, deep in the wood,
attuned to her voice on the breeze.
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Every once in awhile, I catch myself smile
as her song serenades me again.
For once I stood, deep in the wood,
where I heard the whistle of the wren.