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  • As I walk along my lane to town I hear the gentle song of a robin sitting in a tree not far from me.

    His pure voice thrills my heart and calms my spirit.


    I know his song is a warning for other Robins not to invade his territory and will defend his space to the

    death; but to my ears his song is so sweet.

    I wonder what our warning calls sound like to him.





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