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Cormorant lady
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for what are you waiting?
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The bird has a mind of its own.
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If it wishes to preen itself
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no power
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not man
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not man's earth
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will pose it for you.
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It will clean itself carefully
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groom every feather
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and then, relaxed, fall into sleep.
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- and only when you have used up your film
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- and only when you have given up
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will he stretch out his wings
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naturally.
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