The Unheard Nightingale
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Nightingale: The bird which sings at night when the other's can't let there voice out.
These are the words of this nightingale who is out there alone in the dark.
No one there to hold her hand, no one there to heal her scars.
Please vote and comment and give this sweet creature your love.
Thank you very much.
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