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EVIL BIRDS
So squeak thee loudly by my life
Aloft that tree, you hymn of death
It charges on you this bright morn
The sun has broke the myth at last
Aloft that tree, you hymn of death
It charges on you this bright morn
The sun has broke the myth at last
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EVIL BIRDS
EVIL BIRDS