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| Ahh... there is, methinks, the object of our quest - the bird on the swing! And... in a cage, I see... Hmm... | |
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| Hmm... Thou art not the fabled blue bird of happiness everlasting me thought thou would be, I see... How sad... Hmm... | |
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| I shall put thou out of thy misery then - blast thee to smithereens - fly now - fly on into the ethereal mists of Avalon or something... shoo! Scram! | |
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