For what have I to take from bird for what have I to give,
for what of me prevents a bird its song always to live,
among the garden earthly green amid the pollen wares,
oh what can I require bird but for a moment share.
To spare my soul from drudgery to list a day renewed,
where can be found a gift well gave cheering away gloom.
For what have I to take from bird for what have I to give,
for what are we, this bird and I, except a moment lived.
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