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The Nightingale

– O nightingale, nightingale, where are you from,
What manner of fabulous land?
– My home is around; it’s wherever I roam,
The sky has no limit, no end.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what have you seen;
What deeds are spun into your tale?
– I’ve seen good, and evil, and all in between;
Don’t ask where I stand on this scale.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what is your quest;
What animates one in your shoes?
– I searched for my place, put my faith to the test,
And found it – but only to lose.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what is your song;
This tune, that sounds time and again?
– I sing of the two, who were meant to be one,
And one, that is now split in twain.

– O nightingale, nightingale, what have you done
To strew your path so with deceased?
– I did what I had to for wars to be won –
I want to believe it, at least.

– O nightingale, nightingale, why do you stay;
What is there worth staying for?
– My duty still calls, and I hear and obey
Until I am needed no more.

– O nightingale, nightingale, where will you fly
The day you are finally free?
– I will disappear without saying goodbye
And soar one last time to the limitless sky;
The rest belongs only to me.