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I am always disgusted as an evil omen
For my unpleasant cry and look; a crook.
One should not forget my foolish sacrifice.
I hatch the sweet throated spring cuckoo
As they sing and praise to Lord and thanks me
Over the forest, garden, orchard and brook
Though I am crook and ugly
yet a mother by divine providence
Don’t judge me by voice and face
I have my own fairies angelic evidence.////
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