Ay De Mi by

O bird, that used to press,
Thy head against my cheek
With touch that seem'd to speak,
And ask a tender 'yes' –
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird –
Ay de mi, my bird.

O tender downy breast,
And warmly beating heart,
That beating seem'd a part
Of me who gave it rest –
Ay de mi, my bird:
Ay de mi, my bird, my bird –
Ay de mi, my bird.

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