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THE STORY WITHOUT AN END

And the lark heard her wise and friendly discourse, and, with renewed strength, she sprang once more into the clear and beautiful blue.

Then the Child clapped his little hands for joy that the sweet bird had flown up again, and that the red-caps must hold their tongues for shame.

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