I heard a bird sing
In the night of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September, '
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
How lovely they heared,
Every morning I awaked,
The magical song that they sing
Sing lovely as sweet as they can.
Different colors that they have,
I wish I have that in life,
Life same as their feathers color,
How wonderful could be.
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I heared the bird sing...
What a fantastic voice,
That many love.
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