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Birds Migrate
Some birds by instinct do migrate
To help preserve their single kind
But always will rejoin the mate
They once have left a bit behind.
If she is constant and well sure
Of what is thawing in her heart
She must be willing to endure
The blazing Hell to be apart!
A constant lover is a treasure
To nearly all tellurian creatures
There is but one eternal measure
For true one’s love: its features
Do live for now, but trust your bird
He will return to you tomorrow
And live to see the future world
And dig a grave for woe and sorrow!
