I FLEW ALONG THE LOVELY BIRDS
IN THE WHITE & BLUEISH SKY
THERE SWEET VOICE WHICH I HEARD
WITH THAT ONLY I PASS BY
IN THE LINE OF MOUNTAINS
I DRANK THE SWEET WATER OF FOUNTAINS
IN THE CAVE WHICH I GO
HAD A BEAUTIFUL ROW OF CROW
AS THEIR NESTLINGS GREW
THEY STARTED TO FLEW
AND AS I THOUGHT THEY WILL FIGHT
I TRIED TO NOT SAY IT MIGHT.
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