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?by Amy Lowell
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Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.
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Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
A Poem A Day
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?by Amy Lowell
?
Your voice is like bells over roofs at dawn
When a bird flies
And the sky changes to a fresher color.
?
Speak, speak, Beloved.
Say little things
For my ears to catch
And run with them to my heart.
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