In moonlit realms where stars do gleam, There sings a bird with voice supreme. With melody that stirs the soul, The nightingale, with tales untold. Her feathered cloak of ebony, A symphony in darkened key. […]
In moonlit realms where stars do gleam, There sings a bird with voice supreme. With melody that stirs the soul, The nightingale, with tales untold. Her feathered cloak of ebony, A symphony in darkened key. […]
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