As the winter's day was ending,
in the entry of the night,
a tiny bat took off on its first winter flight

It roared over cities
and grasslands galore,
it saw the prettiest lights
it had never seen before

The winter had come
and the warmth was long gone,
but our little bat felt joyful
when it still heard Life's song

As the night turned into morning,
our little bat flew back home,
it now knew - that even in winter -
it never had to feel alone

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