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I sit on my bed and count the stars
That are peeling off my roof
Their ember glow start to fade away
The darkness the blinding proof.
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Once I saw a bird, and I thought it rather fineTill it hopped right down my arm, and then drank near all my wine.I shoo'ed it with my hand, and it mad..
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