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Sparrows
In the twilight's golden hue,
A symphony of whispers ensue.
Amongst the branches, high and low,
The birds awake, their voices grow.
With notes so pure, they take flight,
Their chirping paint the...
A symphony of whispers ensue.
Amongst the branches, high and low,
The birds awake, their voices grow.
With notes so pure, they take flight,
Their chirping paint the...
