Tweet was all right, and I hain't got anything to say against her.
The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.
It could not be from fear of us, certainly, though I did say 'tweet' rather loudly.
Tweet, tweet; all is burned down, and our strong brother with it.
This must be the beautiful,—tweet,—only this is larger than a peacock.
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