Birds of early morning
Sacred are the early hours of morning
When the sky is still grey
And the birds don't yet wish to sing
Sacred is the silence of the human beings
Whole lips taste of sleepless nights
Sacred are those birds
The birds or early morning
Who sing with fluttering wings
The moon to sleep
When the sky is still grey
And the birds don't yet wish to sing
Sacred is the silence of the human beings
Whole lips taste of sleepless nights
Sacred are those birds
The birds or early morning
Who sing with fluttering wings
The moon to sleep
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