I should have been a pair of ragged claws
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
Yet a second charge they bring:
And the wild bird's wing.
For oft when he lies sleeping
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I should have been a pair of ragged claws
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
Yet a second charge they bring:
And the wild bird's wing.
For oft when he lies sleeping
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eksikliği
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