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Robert Louis Stevenson

Early in the Morning I Hear on Your Piano

EARLY in the morning I hear on your piano
You (at least, I guess it’s you) proceed to learn to play.
Mostly little minds should take and tackle their piano
While the birds are singing in the morning of the day.

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