Nightingale    

Brown bird,
beautiful voice
Songstar in the sky
Make my garden your abode
Set your stage in the countryside
And I'll give out my rose
The pink I'll reserve for you
Here I will lie,
On the beauteous green grass
I'll watch the music till the night is over
Come right here nightingale,
Sweet voice, nightingale.
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