Hear the Call
Hear the call
Of the bird on the pane
How loud it can be
With a touch of the flame
A call so tender
So light and clear
Like a whisper so low
In the still of night
Wings on high
Wings below
Wings to embrace
Wings so bold
In the morning light
Sun shining bright
Rain falling down
With pitter patter
Birds flying in flight
Such a pretty sight
With great delight
Birds in song
As they go along
Flying in the clouds
With the greatest of ease
So they can please
Hear the call
The sound so loud
Wings holding tight
Whisper low
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