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Sparrows fight with a hawk in flight
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The dippers fade away
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Slowly, sable turns to white
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She left her sleeping bag behind
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Left her pocket knife
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D watermelon and a lime
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I found a paper in my coat
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Forgotten months ago
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She stole my lighter, so I'll use the stove
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Saw a murder of crows move by
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Purple with the night
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While starlings murmured to silent types
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Maybe August 29th
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If I make it through July
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Thank God for coffee and apple pie