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They meet inside my garden
The woodpecker and the squirrel
After lunch and chit chat
I can see them pray and whirl
Of course I get inspired
And join them in their dance
We usually part
at dusk
when the thrush sings to us
She pours out her heart
her innocence
Makes us weep
we sing with her
and hold her
until we fall asleep
Sound of a thrush