My Singing Bird
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I search the bird, in the morning that sung,
Floated on breeze and the white cloud hung,
Bird was in the garden enjoying the fragrance,
Kissed flowers with hug and drunk their tears,
Taught them love away from devil’s abhorrence
Thus sung a lovely hope song perching on pears
I search my angelic soul that flew with the bird
When I tried to sing the song, my tongue slurred
I search the bird, in the morning that sung,
Floated on breeze and the white cloud hung,
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