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Little birch so lonely was standing. In the field a curly one was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. No one cared cut up birch's branches. No one cared cut up its curly branches. Lonely, lonely it's standing. Lonely, lonely it's standing. I'll go into forest for a walk. I'll cut up the branches from the stock. All be free from the stock. All be free from the stock. I will make from them three whistles. And go home through blooming sizzles. And go home with the music of my whistles. And go home with the music of my whistles. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Little birch so lonely was standing. In the field a curly one was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. Lonely, lonely was standing. No one cared cut up birch's branches. No one cared cut up its curly branches. Lonely, lonely it's standing. Lonely, lonely it's standing. Yeah. Yeah.