THERE CAME TO MY WINDOW
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There came to my window one morning in Spring A sweet little Robin; she came there to sing. The tune that she sang, it was prettier far Than any I heard on the flute or guitar.
Her wings she was spreading to soar far away, Then resting a moment seemed sweetly to say: “Oh happy, how happy the world seems to be! Awake, Little Girl and be happy with me!”
But just as she finished her beautiful song, A thoughtless young man with a gun came along. He killed and he carried my sweet bird away, She no more will sing at the dawn of the day.
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