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A field of primroses freshly blooming gleams in bright yellow under clear blue skies Yet something's off The nightingale is not singing A beastly roar tearing the spring air What horrid creature is this with the force of a bear magnified by utter madness blasting cities into pieces spilling blood of foe and friend alike Betraying his own people to fight their next door neighbors while all they want is to live in peace and hear the nightingale sing again