THE NIGHTINGALE’S MESSAGE

THE NIGHTINGALE’S MESSAGE

The spring breeze kissed coyly the grass' lips,
The jonquil whispered to the corn-copy hundred mysteries.

The spring breeze kissed coyly the grass' lips,

The jonquil whispered to the corn-copy hundred mysteries.

The nightingales upon the rose branch to the lovers sent a message,

To join the tavern, which is hospitable to the lovers

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