The babe at birth gives a woeful shriek,
Lamenting the loss of his heavenly home,
Enchanted by the eternal musical notes,
The dying man rolls up his eyes too,
As cuckoo coos to attract her mate,
So heavenly sound calls us too,
Yet people sin on, because they think,
Great God in heaven is far away
Mykoul
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