The Unpraised Nightingale


Alone in the lonely nights of autumn,
Dwelt near a shore a nightingale sweet.
With the rhyming winds that blew o'er there,
She used to sing verses sweet.

In hell's despair she lived alone,
With a sweet smile that no one cared.
With the blazing thunder that occured with rain,
She used to sing verses sweet.

Amidst the beauty of the nature there,
She lived in as a creature sweet.
But that night the winds cried,
As the nightingale ceased to be.

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