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FRANCIS FALUDI.
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Thou gay-plumed bird, they bring thee sugar'd meat,
Use flattering words, caressing while they cheat;
Were I a gay-plumed bird, that sweetened waste
Were worse than very poison to my taste,
Thou gay-plumed bird!
Thou luckless bird! Alas! and thou hast lost
That plumage, once thy brightness and thy boast!
Were I a gay-plumed bird, I could not dwell
A prisoner in thy solitary cell,
Thou gay-plumed bird!
