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As i awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born
A Robin perched upon the sill
The sign of the coming morn

The bird was young & cheerfuly & gay
And so sweetly did it sing
Jumped into my heart was love and laughter
Tiss spring

The bird sang for quite a while
Then stopped for a minutes lull
So I crept up & pulled the window down
And crushed his fricken scull

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