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A MINOR BIRD

I have wished a bird would fly away
And not sing by my house all day

Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seems I could bear no more

The fault must partly be in me
The bird was not to blame for his key

And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song

(From Robert Frost's Poems - Anthology. 1971./ - saudade das aulas na UFRN em 2000)