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Éist! it is a bird singing Listen! there are no birds my double panes are closed tight there are no morning songs it is the roar of my_computer the hum of my brain there are no birds i can hear singing "listen, O little pig" it is the morning the sounds of morning waking i shut them out i listen so loudly leath i ndiaidh a sé Good_night! it is not the night any longer so i might as well say good_morning good_morrow |
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| oldephebe | birds beak tapping, pecking plaintively against the frosted pane..staccatto kisses.. | 040209 |