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| A Bird Song, I wrote for Diya |
Flying in the sky
Came to my home
Like a spy
She makes noise
Asking for food
If I give her
She behaves good.
I always wait
Hand full of grains
She is not seen
Because of rains
Oh Little Bird,
You are very sweet!
Come back soon,
Sing and tweet!
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