the bird watching


There he stands whistling tunes. Noone else could hear oscine but composed there he stands The peoples speech was way to loud. He d rather sit in the morning hour. singing du du du once again. Since red leaves would fall, since the fall takes his friends back home. Gone those silver clouds, comes the sound. And there he stands whit his hands to those clouds. Just a couple of month without blues and blue notes. sleeping long till the flowers come Echoing those sounds while the rain, pours from the clouds. Standing there, hoping for a tune to come around Singing du du du,once again out loud du du du du dud du du its been a long way since we ve gone But coming home for you. Du du du du du du its been a long way since we ve gone. but coming home, for you too. du du du

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