When come in sumer
birds are singing past time tune
they fill air with missing
and ---- they discover their tear.
Should you see
if you enter my life
bring nothing but love
when you go a way from me
leave nothing but sentimentalizing.
Yet I still wait for you
however you see or not
that I'm your yellow bird.
like I yellow bird
I will keep on love you.
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