The orchestra of a Sunday evening swarms from the trees,
peeking through the leaves and the long, luscious branches,
their throats full of hope and happiness.
It is a joy to be their only audience.
The orchestra of a Sunday evening swarms from the trees,
peeking through the leaves and the long, luscious branches,
their throats full of hope and happiness.
It is a joy to be their only audience.
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