MY BIRD IS GONE.
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“My bird is gone,” Said Fanny Ray; “My bird has flown, I can not play. “He sung so sweetly, Every day; He sings no more, I can not play. “Go, put his cage Far, far away, I do not love, His cage to-day.” She wiped her eyes, Poor Fanny Ray; And sat and sighed, But could not play.
