BIRDS

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Singing with the birds chirping,

Seeing you closely my mind is burning;

How I admire this gold leaf,

Will you please stay and never leave?

I thought I have missed the opportunity,

To meet and love you eternally;

Those arms like wings have never failed,

To hug me tight in my last pain;

Will this be my last goodbye,

Or my last kiss of goodnight?


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