The Morning bird is tweeting his
mate;
Get up and let's heave some doses!
Of fragrant breeze together;
The morning breezespreads its fragrance -
To please and welcome us on our wedding;
We must get up and heave that in;
That breeze that envies not our joyful life;
Breathe my dear! before it's gone for tomorrow;
Tomorrow may or may not come!
Mykoul
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