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Moods

by Sara Teasedale
I am the still rain falling,
   Too tired for singing mirth—
Oh, be the green fields calling,
   Oh, be for me the earth!
I am the brown bird pining
   To leave the nest and fly—
Oh, be the fresh cloud shining,
   Oh, be for me the sky!

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