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Real Love It was a gloomy Saturday afternoon. A flock of birds was spending great time searching for food and playing on the main road. Out of the sudden, a big truck sped through... sad thing had happened again.Birds can feel too. Although this bird had already died, another bird flew over to her immediately, just like a family member, unable to accept the truth.  Not long after that, another car stormed in causing the dead bird's body to whirl with the wind. The spouse noticed the movement. As if she was still alive, he quickly flew beside her again. He stayed beside her and yelled ... "WHY ARE YOU NOT GETTING UP!?" Unfortunately, she's no longer able to hear him. In the meantime, he's trying to lift her up. He, of course, was unable to bear the burden. Another car soon passed by. He quickly flew off. Once the car had gone, he came down again.

To the beautiful city of saints I go

      Like a beggar with empty hands.

Beyond the heart, beyond the eyes

      That beautiful city stands.

There is no day there, there is no night,

Only a soft green wonderful Light

Of an endless lingering harvest lies

       Over it's quite lands.

I will go to that beautiful city

       Like a beggar with quietly open palms,

And the saints with sinless, shadow less eyes

Will, hearing the sound of my beggar's cries

Open the glimmering door of the skies

       And call me in and gave me alms.

For the saints are beautiful kings who hoard

        In secret treasure-caverns above

The princess gold of the Name of the Lord,

       White pearls of the peace, red rubies of love.