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Morning birdsongs beck and call
Bluebird, are you here at all?
Where'd you fly to? Where'd you go?
Perhaps it's not for me to know
I'll always keep the fire warm
Within my heart should you return
I'll always stand and look for you
And see your face in sunset blue
You're back inside where you once dwelt
Instead of telling I just felt
My love in secret lives in there
I'll handle it with savoir faire
The hopes and dreams won't go away
They'll stay with me until someday
In place of you there can be none
You'll always be my number one
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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