I miss my rooftop garden high
Where God’s winged creatures used to fly
They’d come to visit every day
To sup and drink, flash and display
With chirps and coos and subtle flit
I miss them all, I must admit !
I miss my rooftop garden high
Where God’s winged creatures used to fly
They’d come to visit every day
To sup and drink, flash and display
With chirps and coos and subtle flit
I miss them all, I must admit !
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