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The Moo strolled through the misty glen, The Screech flew overhead, The Coo cried from a distant fen, The Cluck stood up in bed, The Baa walked slowly up the hill, The Bark lay still nearby, The Neigh stood near the windowsill, The Chirp patrolled the sky, The Oink spread mud upon his sleeves, The Purr looked back and yawned, The Hiss slid underneath some leaves, The Quack took to the pond, And though they've not so much to tell As Talk who tends the herds, They seem to get along quite well Without the need for words.
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