The birds at dawn
Looks like nightingale
And rains upon earth it's glorious joy
Greeting the prince which blossoms
Reminders of how pale the dusk can be
Oh! Thee which brings such great joy
How long will the morning glory
Mourn thy departure
Causing the innocent, rest so divine
The earth at its youthful age
Welcomes thee with shouts of little voices
Whether full or half you came to be
But at old age, neglects your nightful watch and innovations rising to compete thee
Alas! You hears all, but thou wouldest not stop your knightly deeds
For being a creature so pure and celestial
Knows what woe, earth would be without thee
Thou mayest be rebelled amongst men
But i imagine thee an achieved goal
For when thee took watch
I tap at ease, earth's knowledge keep
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The birds at dawn Looks like nightingale Well done! ! ! ! !