A silver white spring flows among the trees,
A place of picnic for the busy bees,
“Give me drink” , I said
To soothe my thirst.
A silver white spring flows among the trees,
A place of picnic for the busy bees,
“Give me drink” , I said
To soothe my thirst.
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