Emily Dickinson — "Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune …"
Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
Hope is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –
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