Oh, your voice is nectar
I love to hear that most
You are my nightingale…
To all with proud, I boast
Go on singing for eons
And fill the valley afar
But forget not my waiting
With my hut's door ajar
No more can I be alone here
As nature is on a loving spree
With your soothing songs
Make my hurting heart free
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