The nightingale began to trill and
began to sing in his garden.
His song echoed with pain,
Someone felt sorry for himself.
The nightingale became friends with him,
They began to build a nest together,
It hung on a branch, and
no one would go there.
They were all blinded from above.
They don't care about rain now.
They made a tube into the window.
Now they have nothing to sing about.
Those nightingale snails.
This garden seems to be empty.
They showed love in kind,
which not everyone has achieved.
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