Where the birds sing, dance, hop and play
Where it blows the fresh wind
Where the rivulet murmurs by
Where the arcades of trees shadow the region
Where landscapes secluded and lonely delight by
Into a world free from din and bustle,
Dull and drab city life,
Urban space and area
Into that orchard plot want I to sit and opine
In confidence,
What man has,
What Nature has?
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