Sitting by the window sill,
I watch the birds fly up the hill.
On the trees the parrots sit,
Cracking nuts bit by bit
Among the dried leaves heap,
Sparrows catch the worms that creep.
The morning sun rolls by and by,
Across the vast blue sky.
While the wind blows gently,
The green leaves dance merrily.
As water shines in the stream,
Life is a beautiful dream.
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