“It was the first of May, and winter had died in the storm of the previous night, so he knew it would be a sunrise worth waiting for. Suddenly, from high over his head, a lark, the plowman’s clock, sang a quick stave of song, and from the unseen woods below, a robin called. The heaven had cried out for joy and the earth had answered, and between the two…
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