Hope is the thing with feathers

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1. Hope is the thing with feathers
2. That perches in the soul,
3. And sings the tune without the words,
4. And never stops at all,
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6. And sweetest in the gale is heard;
7. And sore must be the storm
8. That could abash the little bird
9. That kept so many warm.
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11. I 've heard it in the chillest land,
12. And on the strangest sea;
13. Yet, never, in extremity,
14. It asked a crumb of me.