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Brrr. . . it is cold and drear, But it makes me happy to be with you (Mamma) my dear! O poor the thrush, That must stay outside in the cold inside the brush. Marian
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
Ode To The Cold And Drear
Brrr. . . it is cold and drear, But it makes me happy to be with you (Mamma) my dear! O poor the thrush, That must stay outside in the cold inside the brush. Marian
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Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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