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Destiny | ||
| Little bird upon the tree, Sitting there for me to see, Pouring forth a melody, Celebrating liberty. I don't know how you can be Any happier than me. I have found my destiny And resolved the mystery To a very great degree. I can clap my hands in glee, Seizing opportunity. | ||
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