🕊️✨ Verse 1 "Hope" is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - 🌪️⛈️ Verse 2 And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - 🌊❄️ Verse 3 I've heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Lyrics: Emily Dickinson, 'Hope' is the thing with feathers (compiled ca 1861 in Fascicle 13, published 1891 as 'Hope' and with different interpunctation in 'Poems') Basis instrumental: DerFruusch (@fruusch) Further musical arrangement: rooff
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