the birds were right,
as they've always been.
head south is inevitable.
but I thought it was west,
the birds knew best.
the birds were right
that as the weather warms
I would fly home
back to the cozy nest
we built for our love to rest.
the birds were right
for now I must go
you make me a free bird
but no worry, my dear
I will return to you here.
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