Birds Song

When the birds fly
God we sincerely play
Make them not like vultures
To save us from the destructive cultures

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Ultimate

Death with us, you are dead even now
Words take you to world beyond
Spring rings in green only to behold
Love letters the hearts with joy knew no bound
For youth it is cake in a quake newly found

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Let-let-

Oh! nature let me be a cry now newly found
Let me be a fry now on a plate table bound
Let me be a silence in the stream abound
Let me be a dream never had a hurting wound