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Dec 2018
The nightingale sang a song last night
It whispered a tale of a boy
His story
His life

It perched on my windowsill
The song sang ever so loudly
The story ever so intriguing
Ever so attractive

It perched on my finger
And I am addicted
To the tunes of the nightingale...
...and to you
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   Perry
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