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Feb 2010
i was looking out my window at my willow treethere i saw a robin looking back at meshowing of his feathers and his bright red chestsat there in the tree right next to his nesthe began to sing a his favourite lullabyvery soft and mellow it almost made me crywhen hed finished singing i was happy as can bethat the little robin had sang his song to me
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william worthless
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