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Butterfly dies after a day
Fed by flowers and sun of May
I am nightingale in the snow
My voice seems high, but I am low

Why I always have to make sound?
Can I just sit, hide in the ground
Anyway there's no one to talk
All the speeches sound like the mock

I am nightingale in the snow
My voice seems high, but I am low
Anyway there's no one to talk
All the speeches sound like the mock

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