O bird! O lovely bird!
Where are you flying?
Weary of life full of worries
I rest in thine woods
To be oblivious ofmy sorrows!
O bird! O lovely bird!
Come sit on the tree
Under which I lay writhing
To sing songs of soothing..
O bird! Dont fly off from me
Oh! ... you are flying far off
I cannot fly with you too
For lives realities have burnt my wings
I lay writhing still
To hear your songs soothing
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