The birds keep talking to me, they seem to repeat during the day like a mantra:
Joy, Joy, Joy, Happy Happy, Happy, Bliss, Bliss, Bliss, It is such a pleasure Pleasure, Pleasure, Pleasure Play, Play, Play And them when the evening comes and they calm down a litlle bit, tired of their day. They become so tender. They say to me: Beauty, beauty is Do you remember? You know it, we know that. Please remember Beauty. Beautiful beauty and soft and tender and sweet and beautiful, Life, colours, music Soft Silence Peaceful space to sleep safely
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