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Friday, 2 June 2006 12:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
daHeartfelt best wishes for anyone reading this who had a harder day than mine. And I know some have had it bad today.
Be like a bird, who, halting in her flight
On a limb too slight, feels it give way beneath her;
Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings;
Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings.
A round sung by Libana, with text adapted from Victor Hugo.
This was passed on to me by an old Quaker friend, and I think of it often.
Be like a bird, who, halting in her flight
On a limb too slight, feels it give way beneath her;
Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings;
Yet sings, sings, knowing she has wings.
A round sung by Libana, with text adapted from Victor Hugo.
This was passed on to me by an old Quaker friend, and I think of it often.
