The cold June rain is falling
Dreamily over my roof
And out on a lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling
Slowly as the night grows deep
And the wings of sleep are falling
My heart like the bird on the tree
Is calling, calling, calling for you.
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Boss this one is tight! Must have gotten up from the bed and written it!
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