Over the mountain, down in the valley. A bird sings to me. A melody so moving. It`s the sweetest sound to ever embrace my ears. Each day I come she sings. Today there is no melody, just sounds from the stream. I searched for my friend, she never came again. Discovering her passing was saddening. I know she now sings for her maker. And now I sing for her.
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