On a branch,
beaming with blossoms,
A sweet singing bird is warbling;
And, delighted
with the blessings of the moment,
It wags its tail.
It seem as if it already has
Everything I want,
but have never found;
Or as if it perfectly knows
Whatever Man will never understand.
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