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When I pick up the phone and hear no voice
I know it's you letting me know you're there.
I say, I am not your bird but I am just like the bird
that comes back in the springtime to cry at your windowsill.
He whispers, those who learn to wait for hours are not far
from those who wait in years. I am not your bird
but I will build my own nest
and watch for you everyday, waiting at dawn.
You know I will come back.