I saw two birds on a tree
An owl and a nightingale
quarreling with one another
It seems that their quarrel
will never end
But just as husband a wife
never part from each other
so the birds will never
give up one another
One stands for emotion
another for reason
one stands for day
another for night
one stands for laughter
another foor tears
And there is a thirs bird
espying them from topmost twig
of another tree
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