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THE GALMPTON ROBIN
The robin sang his song to me,
When I walked out by Galmpton Quay.
Alone he sang at twilight's gleam
Beside the darkening Devon stream.
I am life, his sweet song said,
An angel's voice above my head,
Exulting in his melody,
The robin sang his song for me.
The tiny songbird touched my heart
That day beside the dreaming Dart.
My spirit soared as...
Monday 10th October 2011 7:45 pm
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