As I awoke one sunny morn,When all Sweet things are borne, A robin perched upon my sill to greet the crowning day, he bird was fragile, young and gay,And sweetly did it sing, A thought of happiness and joy, Into my heart did bring, I happily smiled at the robins song, And leaning from my bed, I gently closed the window, And crushed his fucking head !
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