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I carried my curious and greatful heartto see the worldwhat is wrong or rightthis is not the problemthe problem iswhat attitude you liveandhow do you look at something other than yourno complainno excusejust forgiveandmercy
I have a Bird in springEmily DickinsonI have a bird in springWhich for myself doth sing-The spring decoys.And as the summer nears-And as the Rose appears,Robin is gone.Yet do I not repineKnowing that Bird of mineThough flown-Learneth beyond the seaMelody new for meAnd will return.Fast is a safer handHeld in a truer LandAre mine-And though they now depart,Tell I my doubting heartThey're thine.In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I seeEach little doubt and fear,Each little discord hereRemoved.Then will I not repine,Knowing that Bird of mineThough flownShall in a distant treeBright melody for meReturn.
To be concentrate, but not serious;getting better and better, but not impatient.I'm worry about my recital,and nervous.But everything I can do is take it easy, every things will be fine.I have to trust myself and keep working hard.