Said the Eagle to the Nightingale: I’m strong, swift, flying high in the sky and everybody is afraid of me.
Replied the Nightingale to the Eagle: I’m weaker and slower than you and the branch of the tree is the higher place where I can fly, but when I sing all Creation stops to listen to me.

Sometimes from the little beings come out greatest things!

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