You came with the season, as the first swallow sang A brown headed stranger, with a five-letter name dooodoodoo we planted our kisses where the wild berries grow my feet sprouted wings and i flew all the way home dooodoodoo my cheeks red like fire engines racing straight to the heat of your skin and i know our days are numbered, early bird of the summer you'll fly south just as the fall begins the leaves changed their colors and the schoolyards were filled my coat with the patches barely keeps out the chill dooo you sent me a postcard from a town out of state, i wish it were warmer and i hope you're the same dooodoodoo the fields where we wandered were golden now only muddy my boots and i know i should recover, you're a bird of the summer, i was wrong to try and capture you Flight... Flight... ...... ...... gone is the pale hand of winter here is the first flush of may and soon I will discover whether birds of the summer fly in circles or just fly away
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