The Call of the Nightingale
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An old man is wandering the path of his life Remembering his lovers lost in the past In his youth he was brash, in his youth he was bold A cocky young man, but that did not last He hears the call of the nightingale, its song is so sweet Would she draw him to his fate for that he does not know He fears its luring call, like the sirens of old That drew the poor sailors to their watery woe I fear the call of the nightingale,...
