( The bird who pecked at my window every morning)
Tiny little confused darling,
Pecking away at seven in the morning,
at the tinted saint gobain glass window,
I know its its your reflection you see little fellow
Do you wonder if it's your soulmate,
pecking away and trying to communicate
But how it amuses me that it amuses you,
a whole new world discovered by you,
a dusty window of a tiny flat,
pecking away and waking me up like that
You adorable little confused bird,
you make me smile and its absurd
that you are clueless of whats behind your reflection
a girl who smiles at your perception
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