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The Puzzled Game-Birds

They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young they cannot be –
These shapes that now bereave and bleed us?
They are not those who used to feed us, –
For would they not fair terms concede us?
– If hearts can house such treachery
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young they cannot be!

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Poem The Puzzled Game-Birds - Thomas Hardy