"Do you think I'm beautiful?"
the sparrow asked the crow.
"If I thought of you at all
I'm sure that I'd think so.
And do you think of me all day?"
the crow inquired back
as if she cared. "I'm overcome
by everything I lack,"
the little bird responded,
"every feather that you see,
I gathered fallen from another
bird, I'm barely me."
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