The tamer to come
And the tamer away in state
And does not prepare to go to farm
Quickly some birds they move
Away to the shrine and appease
After a long wait and rove
And their growth does not cease
Away the birds all fly
At a sight of an heart cracker
Those that have their heart all fly
And those that have their heart crack all cry
Away, they move all
And heed not the tamers call.
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