September 8, 2017
Dawn breaks
To the sweet song of a Nightingale.
In the foreground of The Rising Sun,
Hearts do beat to Rhymes of magic.
Cheer awakens,
Happiness too đ
The Gifts you left behind,
Windows to eternal solace!
Seven days, seven months,
Seven years and one.
But from the beginning,
It has always been..
Our Nightingale’s song!
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