Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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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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2. Requiem
3. De Erotio Puella
4. A Child's Garden of Verses. Envoys 3. To Auntie
5. Sonet VI. As in the Hostel by the Bridge I Sate

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