Birds like the slowly river near
the old farm houses looking clear
their songs give sun a marvelous rest
they show their faces at their best
like birds they sit and build and sing
a house song and about their spring
when they decide to settle here
and give in paradise all birds a ring
so house and birds start their career.
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Floy Dy Ra,10-02-2013
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