IN THE EARLY MORNING, IN THE NEXT DOOR GARDEN, ALL BIRDS WAKE UP STRETCHING THEIR WINGS MERRILY AND START THEIR SWEET CHATTERING AND SINGING. I HEAR AND ALL PEOPLE HEAR THE SWEET BIRDS'SWEET CHATTERING AND SINGING. THE SWEET FLOWERS SHAKE THEIR BUDS AND DANCE MERRILY UPON HEARING THE SWEET BIRDS' SWEET CHATTERING AND SINGING. THESE ARE THE PRETTY FLOWERS AND THE PRETTY BIDS DO IN SPRING.
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