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Oh, I'm a blackbird singing in the dead of night but my voice is shot I'm a river-stone that's all alone and skipped over more often than not I'm a bird flying off of a bridge and a pendulum swinging from my ceiling Because only bidding everything farewell can help the way I'm feeling
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
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Oh, I'm a blackbird singing in the dead of night but my voice is shot I'm a river-stone that's all alone and skipped over more often than not I'm a bird flying off of a bridge and a pendulum swinging from my ceiling Because only bidding everything farewell can help the way I'm feeling
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
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