When do birds show their wings,
You can be sure they're about to sing.
When do birds show their chest,
Obviously is you heart at test.
When do birds fly high,
The sun sure will shine.
When do birds fly low,
In sight is a rainbow.
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A Swallow's Night Confessions
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