No Exit
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We are all here
and we find no exit.
Where to go,
inquired little pigeon,
And I put not
any more question.
Golden oriole came
at this time and said
in clapping hands, O
Are you not mine!
Tumbler, come here my dear,
with your warbling
and let me open the sky
said at last butterfly.
Bu şiiri puanla
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