Sighs Of A Songbird

Sighs of ye songbird
Carry me wayward,
Yours are the sweetest,
I’ve ever heard.
Mind a-malady
At break of day,
Your kiss is the cure-all,
Light little lady.
Softly your simper
In dark it simmers,
Neck nuzzling you,
For your lips to whisper.
Sighs of ye songbird
Carry me wayward,
Yours are the sweetest,
I’ve ever heard.
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