the nightingale sings it\'s melody
each day with gay abandon
celebrating pulsating love--
the little shrub in adjacent patch
pining she be in loneliness
he wooed this little bird
offering a crimson flower each dawn,
he\'d dance, rejoice and sing
it\'s beautiful love song-
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today the little bird joined the
nightingale, they sang in harmony
a duet-- their song of love echoed
for miles and miles,
through the valleys and meadows;
paradise they found and built
their nest \'pon love and loyalty-
this day and everyday they soar
onward, spiral across the span of
ageless skies, on their wondrous
journey, together~
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