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unfinished
through my window flew the bird
which perched upon my sill
i could not utter any word
we both just sat quite still
then gales of wind burst through my room
with an uproar quite obscene
but on the sill the bird did loom
seeing in me the unseen
when fear within no more could hide
i fell onto the floor
and to the bird i did confide,
"i am which i abhor.
