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Day by day the nightingale Grew more sorrowful and pale. Night on night her tired song Zipped and trilled and bounced along, Till the birds and beasts grew tired At a voice so uninspired And the ticket office gross Crashed, and she grew more morose - For her ears were now addicted To applause quite unrestricted, And to sing into the night All alone gave no delight. The audience was tired of her song because 1. they had heard it many times 2. it had become mechanical 3. she looked tired 4. she had added trill to her song |
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