The bird flies home to its young; The flower folds its leaves about an opening bud; And in my neighbour’s house there is the cry of a child. I close my window that I need not hear. She is mine, and she is very beautiful: And in her heart there is no evil thought. There is even love in her heart – Love of life, love of joy, love of this fair world, And …
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