Nightingale

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A little bird
singing songs from the tree
A little bird, beautiful as can be
I love the way you flap your wings
And I love the way you sing
I've never seen the forest for it's trees
Winter came, and your sweet songs left
How I'd die to hear your melody
I miss my little Nightingale
I miss my little Nightingale..

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