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Journey of birds
They had deserted the streets,
their nest and the oak tree.
Mornings are silent
chirping, caw and tweet free.
They had left the self centered world,
who hunt them for feather, meal...
their nest and the oak tree.
Mornings are silent
chirping, caw and tweet free.
They had left the self centered world,
who hunt them for feather, meal...
