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Early in the morning one day, when I just began my usual dull work, a fly came to me. I ran left to catch it, failed. I ran right to catch it, failed. I jumped left to get it, failed again. I jumped right to get it, again failed. Then I tried again, and again I failed.
I was so puzzled, deep in my puzzledom, that I had got no chance to notice, but finally I noticed: a beautiful bird standing before me singing paradisiac songs, so beautiful and so lovely. Every part of my body melt into the melody, flying and flying ... Sounds fairy? No, not a bit. It's absolute reality. Fortunately, I copied some of them to show you as evidence. And I know her name, she just told me her first name: Sarah! Let's just call them Sarah's Songs. Here are some of them. I hope I can get more later to share with you.
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