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The Jay

I was looking out the window
On the tree there was a jay
For a while it just stared at me
But then, began to say

"O, how the sun is bright
shining through thy trees
It makes you want to start to sing,
to sing a happy song, you see."

And then I said,

"Oh, thee is wrong
no reason to sing
a happy song
the sky was gloomy, all along
And it will stay as so."

And so the Jay looked at me thoughtfully,
and like thee was heaven sent,
He replied,
"The world is what you make it, friend."

With a lasting glance he flew away.

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