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The flock of birds has arose, a tune making | |||
on | In a low-sweet chirping on this very morning | ||
With water rippling on pond-shore | |||
And fragrant forest-pleasantness. | |||
Expending all that's sweet | |||
And adorning every beauty, | |||
Earth proceeds, dancing like nymph heavenly | |||
In this very forest beyond fear. | |||
Nature's grove is enclosed in greenery, | |||
Spell-bound heaps of ivy. | |||
With one heart, one song of amity, everybody | |||
Has become united secretly. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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