Fallen leaves piled up here
It is better to stay
Worms are busy with their household work
they would be equally benevolent to satisfy my hunger
The trees are shady, benevolent
Let me sit on a branch...
Tinkling sound pleasing to the ear is heard
Seems a wild stream flowing in the vicinity
Some day or other I will dip my burnt wings
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