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I took an air-rifle, shot a Magpie to the ground And it died without a sound Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves And no-one saw us but

: I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but

: I took an air-rifle, shot a magpie to the ground & it died without a sound. Your skin so pale against the fallen Autumn leaves & no-one saw us but