Search for us throughout the world us you cannot find.
A dream premonition regret and grief such is our kind.
Stunned and silent on the shore wistfully I gaze,
The river of love gives the call. ''Come I'm easy to find.
O ache of love tell me pray I can't resolve the riddle.
Am I the restless heart myself or is the heart in me confined?
Countless travelers start from home a few attain the goal.
O folks give us due respect though not unique. we're rare in kind.
The flowers have sent a message to the birds encaged:
Come sharp if you feel inclined lest our youth declines
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