With feathers of orange and white.
To see you sing and dance.
Brings love to my lonely heart.
To see you flying and free,
Brings a sense of joy that I cannot describe.
When I hold you,
I hold the silk of rose pedals,
Embracing the skin on my hands.
But to let you soar among the wind brings the best joy.
Because you will always come home,
My pretty songbird.
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