.The nightingale sings each morning
Her sweet song weaved in midnights thread
Beneath her vale a kingdom's calling
If I could leave this grassy bed
But when I told you I was afraid to fall
Really I was afraid to fly at all
Deep in trial, bound and burning
Her restless cha.
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