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  Many a flower have I seen blossom,
  Many a bird for me will sing.
  Never heard I so sweet a singer,
  Never saw I so fair a thing.

  She is a bird, a bird that blossoms,
  She is a flower, a flower that sings;
  And I a flower when I behold her,
  And when I hear her, I have wings.

© Mary Elizabeth Coleridge