Delight in nightingale ,
Lightens her face of pale .
Charming though it went,
Her woeful heart
remained unset .
Calmness sought glory in it ,
Alas weary is what she felt.
Standing on window seat ,
Singing her away from
sorrows fate.
Endlessly poured on melody ,
Frees mind from melancholy .
Sleep crept over her eyes,
Despite it, the delightful voice
Sounds still high.
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