I am a Bird from Paradise is of no comfort and

is of no comfort and she can’t bear to sit with the new baby as his crying makes her much too nervous

but Colette

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I am a Bird from Paradise is of no comfort andMay I remember always when, Your glance in secrecy met mine, And in my face your love was like A visibly reflected sign. May I remember always when, Your chiding eyes were like my death, And your sweet lips restored my life, Like Jesuss reviving breath. May I remember always when, We drank our wine as darkness died, My friend and I, alone at dawn, Though God was there too, at our side.