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There is a legend of The Thorn Birds sing only once a lifetimeThat song more than all the world all the creatures of the songs are more beautiful soundsTo leave the nest the nest from the moment she was looking for thorn tree until you wish fulfilledThen she gave her body headlong into the longest and most sharp spines on theIn that wild and open up between the singing voice of the branchesIn the dying deep inside that she transcended the pain of their ownThat song makes pale lark and the nightingale areThis is an incomparably beautiful song in the end life exhaustHowever, the entire world is quietly listening to what God is also sky smileBecause the best things that can only be painful huge hit in exchange for
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The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.不知道你要的是不是这个的最後一句。