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So went on the weary traveller.
Walking down the road.
To whom or what he couldn’t see.
What called, he did not know.

Night cast a shadow.
Over the sun.
He slept under hedge row.
Till night was gone.

When out from that hedgerow
Wandered a sparrow.
A beautiful creature to see.
He cried with a yes!
Oh god I am blessed.
I’m as free as a sparrow you see.