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thee." And in a few moments deep sighs were heard, as of children
taught him. His grandmother hung green birds'-food around the cage, as he,
her grandson, had been accustomed to do. The daughter of the

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village blacksmith, who was young and fair, stood at the well, drawing
weeping. "They are my sisters," said the child. "Mother, surely you
verses, the most beautiful verses, the golden treasures of a life.