It was a chilly morning.
My daughter was making snowballs
On a sidewalk.
I said to a bird that was sitting on a tree
and singing passionately: -
I heard you singing yesterday too.
How is it possible for you to compose
Such sublime Songs every day?
The bird listened deeply and said :
Freedom makes your mouth sweet,
your eyes soft and your wings light.
It makes you beautiful.
Freedom makes you beautiful
like sunrise.
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