''O, the Echo of Birds Chirping''
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One misty evening my Muse flew away,
Soon he was hidden in decay;
In the deep forest the wind was moaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
And so, I left my sweet dream to follow,
I will search every tomorrow;
The branches of trees were softly groaning,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
But soon the creeping vines had me entwined,
Those forest echoes in my mind;
A melody went on and on floating,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
It became quite clear that I was tangled,
I tried to scream but was strangled;
And in a stream near a frog was croaking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Muse, Muse I cried, don't hide in shadows,
My voice mingled with the echoes;
On my very soul, whispers were stroking,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
Then Muse wrapped his arms around me,
I am within, my dear, don't you see;
Now the echo flowing is my writing,
O, the echo of birds chirping.
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December 10, 2012
Kyriele/"'O, the echo of birds chirping""
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