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no birdie with a yellow bill hopped upon my window sill nor could he see me blinds were drawn the window shut on day's cold dawn and no cocked and shining eye gleamed thru the glass and on I dreamed while passed the time and I not shamed by sloth prefer my birdies cooked in broth

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