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Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without words and never stops at all.

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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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Impossibility, like wineExhilarates the manWho tastes it; PossibilityIs flavoreless.

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A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.

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Hope” is the thing with feathers -That perches in the soul -And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -And sweetest - in the Gale...more

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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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Hope is the thing with feathersThat perches in the soul,And sings the tune without the words,And never stops at all,And sweetest in the gale is heard;...more