Won’t you see my sweetest rill?
I stopped, searched, was there anything
I saw a mockingbird still;
An eagle was hovering to catch,
That’s why bird played as ill.
And the voice I heard was a bird’s match.

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Won’t you follow your dreams?
I stopped for a while to check
Deep valley whispering the song of life
While the hawk hovering above.

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