Two little birds are flying high
A little vessel sailing by
A weeping willow hanging o'er
A bridge with three men, if not four
A Chinese castle, there it stands
'Twas if were lord of all the lands
A tree with many apples on
And a fence at the bottom that ends my song
Suppose this is where my song begins: 
~(CARDINAL SIN)~
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