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<abstract_concepts>All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid. This Bird – observing others When frosts too sharp became Retire to other latitudes – Quietly did the same –n But differed in returning – Since Yorkshire hills are green – Yet not in all the nests I meet – Can Nightingale be seen – (in the style of ("Paolo Roversi"),("Ernst Haas"):1.2)