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Your song is so horrible it puts the fear of the devil among
the nightingales! The entire flock takes to the air like a
glittering cloud of silver dust, fluting and trilling their distaste.
The birds fly off into the distance, and the forest is suddenly
enveloped in an eerie silence. You will have to come back another day.
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