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Those last words are still to be searched,
Which the birds sang on the tree when they perched.

Days went on and now years have past,
But the words of melody are still to cast.

Existence of trees is doubted to be seen,
The nightingale not known, for where she has been.

Still waiting for the song to start,
Searching the nightingale and her beautiful art.

Does anyone know that magical place?
Where melody of nightingale can be faced.

Where rocking and shocking of music is feared,
And only the melody of nightingale is heard.

Where nature can be seen dancing in tone,
Making it sure they arenâ??t one alone.

But where is this place on earth or in sky?
Search it before the time fly...

Cause neither you will listen nor will I,
Once the words of nightingale die