"The Nightingale"
I spread my wings,
I swing and swing.
Oh I gleam,
All your dreams
Lost in the dark gill,
For I am the nightingale
Who lightens your film.
In my feathers so elite,
I hide all your griefs.
I chirp with my beak
Your inner fears;
So you won't freak.
With the twisting wind,
I carry your straying sins,
So you may blossom
Like my spring full wings.
I sit among those high branches,
To let you see
My maiden glare,
As you aim to leave.
Remember O Gypsy!
This nightingale will now
Be a part of your dreams.
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