Fallen to the earth with a branch from a decayed old tree.
It must be the 'Specific Gravity' according to Issac.Newton's law,
If the earth refused to plant my seeds
And I am sure a bird never takes me away.
Oh! Then I would be no more this miserable fruit in the solitary garden of Eden where they made illicit love.

nimal dunuhinga

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