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birds
three little birds sat on my bed,
three little birds,
and now there dead.
one fell down and broke his crown,
sad and meek, another drown.
the last one could take the pain no more,
he flew up, and up,
and hit the floor.
three little birds,
and now there dead.
one fell down and broke his crown,
sad and meek, another drown.
the last one could take the pain no more,
he flew up, and up,
and hit the floor.
Published 18th Sep 2012
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