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Chirping Birds.

Cheerful Are The Birds, chirping on the trees.

They have felt the dawn, now they are fresh to rise.

High up in the skies,where the warmth of the new red sun,

Hugs them up and makes them fun.

To find the food,which are kept for them.

Maybe on a rooftop,maybe on a wall.

Maybe in the green,maybe on the pod.

Wings are not tired, chicks are waiting on the nest.

Day ,noon ,afternoon,

There is no rest.

Now the dusk,the time to be flown,

To the trees and the nests which are their own.

Cheerful Are The Birds, chirping on the trees.

They have felt the dawn, now they were fresh to rise.

Adios!

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