When thoughts rise and take place,
I come to think, I come to see,
Spring up, before me! A hummingbird, I say!
In front of me, it is.
It can fly in the air, can't it?
Front or back, air or void, I can't really tell.
Fly so high! Swoop down again!
I can picture it from any angle!
That little bird and me: it's a tangle.
The thought is now done with.
I can't help but leave this world.
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