Dusk In June

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Dusk In June
Fyodor Vasilyev, After a Heavy Rain, 1870
 
Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,
Oh let me like the birds
Sing before night.
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