A time ago in wondrous Australia, there lived a very beautiful yet melancholy bird. He lived in a dense old tree beside a river. All day, the Cockatiel sat as still as steel. But in the evening, he would leap along from branch to branch trying to settle in for the night. His thoughts were as deep as the night sky... "Sad soul, So sad My soul. This raw heart, it flows On like an endless river Polluted with pain. Singe my soul this angst,
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