The way...
...a nightingale...
...early this morning...
...came out of its nest...
...to sing to me...
...The song of love...
...from a dry fig tree...
...before my window...
...has reminded my heart...
...when my love would...
...from the opposite window...
...stare at me in silence...
...with unwavering eyes...
...and sing to me...
...at the break of day...
...in a wordless voice...
... The song of my unsung love.
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