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Does this sound like your morning?

I woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still, when suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill. He sang a song so lovely, so carefree, so gay, that slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places of laughter and of fun, It seemed his very thrilling, brought up the morning sun. I stirred up beneath the covers crept slowly out of bed, And gently lowered the window, crushing his fucking head.
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