| Birds sing near the hidden garden,
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| Lure the falcon from the midday sky.
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| I put on a scarf, went out of the village,
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| Where the white birch is, but leans over the river.
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| I put on a scarf, went out of the village,
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| Where the white birch is, but leans over the river.
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| Sing the birds songs, don't look beyond the sea
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| And why did I shudder, and why did I freeze.
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| The night will creak like a gate, the grasshoppers will crackle,
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| Painfully, the wings of a falcon squeeze my shoulders.
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| The night will creak like a gate, the grasshoppers will crackle.
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| Painfully, the wings of a falcon squeeze my shoulders.
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| Losing.
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| Stars are falling from the sky, pouring straight into the upper room,
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| And the white birch leans over the river.
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| There they sing, or the stars roll quietly like beads,
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| I would cry tears, but now I don’t cry.
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| There they sing, or the stars roll quietly like beads.
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| I would cry tears, but I don’t cry.
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| I'll go outside, the bright moon is shining,
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| Make a wish: to meet, not to meet.
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| Do not look beyond the sea, do not break the bird cherry,
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| Sing the birds songs, the falcon beats without a miss.
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| Do not look beyond the sea, do not break the bird cherry,
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| Sing the birds songs, the falcon beats without a miss. |