I wish I were a nightingale,
Flying all day over hill and dale!
Looking down on the many faces of earth,
In search of those who suffer agonies since birth.
And I would sing to them a mellow song,
Make them happy, end their sadness long.
In search of such sufferers I would fly again,
To ease the sufferings of victims of pain.
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