I used to hear pretty birds sing
So sweet, so soft, so serenading

One day, one flew to my window pane
And sang a song of love in the rain

I opened my window to let her in
Though it felt more like a break- in

She sang a tune I thought of us
But she's just a bird so why the fuss

She gave me wings; what a thought!
But flew out far with what I sought

It has fallen silent outside
And O! The wintry she let inside

My pretty bird is gone and free
Mindless of the song of me

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