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68 Tell me, Fakir, what the Parrots 5 Isle is like.

It's a land of wonders; it's a haunt of birds. There's no man; and they neither speak nor walk, they simply sing and they fly.

How glorious !. And it's by some sea?

Of course. It's on the sea. And green hills are there? Indeed, they live among the green hills; and in the time of the sunset when there is a red glow on the hillside, all