N- Cat
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My lovely, the clever cat
To walked in a garden...
Has smelt to a rose:
- As beautiful,
-Has thought the in heart,
But he was so silent...
Looked to birdies
And was he silent.
Suddenly he has
Seen the field mouse,
Lovely but isn't the grey...
Has very much wanted
To say native a refrain...
But he has forgotten...
All the same very lovely
My the clever,
Almost the mute cat.
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