Singing little birds
To the little son bird that have sung for me by my window and always made me feel happy and loved.
Birds that sing high in the trees,
The flirt,
They flutter,
They flee.
But they no not that they make many happy.
They sing,
They chirp,
Their lovely songs to find their true love singing the same song.
They loop and swirl around in the sky
they have a last Found their true love.
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I always watch the magnificent bird outside my lovely lake side home as they find their mate and sing their lovely songs.
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